| One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters
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| One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher
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| Let us never be divided, OG game provided
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| By the star of the show, not a side kick
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| My side chick got a side chick
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| That both came to slip and slide on my shh
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| If I can find time
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| Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind
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| Forgive me for that braggadoious line
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| I’m not so flashy with mine
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| But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I’m really on the grind
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| Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes
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| I say it, I plant it and then it’s mine
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| Roll up on me and see with your own eyes
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| That SLS keep em surprised
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| James Brown rendition
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| Don Perrignon bottles is frigid
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| A couple models in here, Bridgette and Bridget
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| On wise and done lines, I spectated they got naked and played twister
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| I rolled another broken finger, this one was more extended
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| Smoke this for my nigga who no longer with us
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| Your spirit jump out them T-shirts and pictures
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| You live on my nigga
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| It’s like them coward ass suckas never killed ya
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| I’m taking dabs of the OG wax
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| My girl at the spa getting a Brazillian
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| When she get home I’m going swimming in it |