| I just, speak my piece, keep my peace
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| Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps
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| Packing, my piece, Jesus
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| Packing, my piece, Jesus
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| I’m iller than most, sick with it, feeling the dose
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| In a butter soft leather but I’m still with the toast
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| Toast to bros, you know the millions is close
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| Feel the ghost of Notorious, tell me who the naughtiest
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| She get live like an audience
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| I do what I do, no need to state the obvious
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| Poli' with girls with bodies, uh
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| Poli' in hotel lobbies
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| Light a J, it’s just me and Marley, look at the poster
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| Do what I supposed to for the culture
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| Early b-boy, down with d-boys, build and destroy
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| My pride and joy is my daughter named Omoy
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| 'Ye, that’s my nigga from back in the day
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| All that whoop-de-wah-whoop, man fuck what they say
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| Played the lotto for my gram with a bottle in hand
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| Lay it down for the world, for Chicago I stand, and
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| Yeah, yeah, they like that, I write raps from on top of the world
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| Popular girls always wanna pop in my world
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| I pop out in the boroughs and go to L.A. to get hay
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| In the middle of the barn with a princess I laid
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| Yo, this type of shit happens every um, once in a while
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| You know I won’t front with the style
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| Bring life to the party like a woman and child
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| From the land of the humble and proud, summers is wild
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| Ah! |
| Made the unmade-able
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| Ah! |
| Go to parties I’m paid to go
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| Me and cuzzo talked the hustle
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| About doing good business like Rick and Russell
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| You I know I guzzle red wine till it’s bed time
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| On my paper like headlines, she want the head shine e’ry time
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| My time, the streets is watching like a Rollie
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| Do it for the hometown and the homies, uh |