| Like yay high
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| Tryna stack this paper like yay high
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| Yeah
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| Put these blocks together like
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| Put these blocks together like Lego’s
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| You could get laid down if we say so
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| Weigh the value of your life up against a peso
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| Bundle up boy this world stay cold
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| Give a fuck you’ll get crushed before the day closed
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| Crash course on how the game go
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| Living by the same code, guidelines
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| Wise guys abide by back in '84
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| Open up the market, started slamming them Mercedes doors
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| Shit I been through made me dope
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| This shit I been through made me cold
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| Shit I been through, you pussy, that shit woulda made you fold
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| Lost my first homie when I was 12 years old
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| Taught me to trust not a soul
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| Closest ones to ya will do ya, get up under ya
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| Try to take things from ya, steal your thunder
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| But I strike like lightning
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| Any battle that I fight it’s always the right one
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| Swinging my sword for the ones coming up that’s really writing
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| Not that garbage robot recitings, that’s trifling
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| Send it off to the wayside, tryna stack that paper up yay high
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| Tryna stack that paper up yay high
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| Tryna stack that paper up yay high
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| I’m tryna stack that paper up yay high
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| Fly private planes through the night sky
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| Niggas ain’t on this type of grind
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| That’s why they stones ain’t as bright as mine
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| Parked in front my home, stoned in my Rolls composing rhymes
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| Never is there downtime, I’m all about a profit on an incline
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| Money all on my mind, make all the money mine
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| Every dollar every dime 'til I flatline
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| Expansion, mansion, fashion, lady devils having a moonlight dances
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| Roll the dice with your life, go on, chance it
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| Big wrist win championships
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| All day I’m
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| Tryna stack that paper up yay high
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| Tryna stack that paper up yay high
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Tryna stack that paper up yay high
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| Niggas ain’t on this kinda grind
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| They vision ain’t sharp as mine
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| Tryna stack that paper up yay high |