| Chasing after cake got cream like a cannoli
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| Fast car in the spider like Michael imperioli
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| And ya whole camp weak that shit is lackey season
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| Big pack I keep weed loud as Jackie Gleason
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| Got weapons like the special forces
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| Steer clear set the courses
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| Both done brought the fire let’s connect the torches
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| Some models coked out done wrecked the porches
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| I had to split like them parents whn they get divorces
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| And run away
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| I’ll b in a new state in another day
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| Changin up the paint on the colorway
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| Can’t avoid the rain where the trouble stay
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| Packed up in the back street
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| Stacked with my muscle on max like an athlete
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| Went to pounds from the grams
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| You get stuck fucked up when you around with the fam
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| I’ll send an ounce thru the jams
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| New amounts from the cams
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| My new girl a straight savage she might pounce on ya mans
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| Sitting sideways, Smokey like Friday’s
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| I done put 100,000 packs up on the highway
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| Gettin to a million, bricks like a building
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| Building up bills till they stack to the ceiling
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| New York with the drillin
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| And Cali with the bomb weed
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| I done burned a few and got another couple on me
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| Green like the army I’m rollin w the camo
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| If you try to fuck with me then I’ll be breakin your enamel
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| And I got alotta channels I could tap in if I wanna
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| Just to get me more heat than doin a lap up in the sauna
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| And I’m back up in the lauter
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| Said the city mine and really took her
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| Kill you on the road in ya room I’m jimmy snuka
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| Went n gave ya code to my goons so they could hook ya |