| Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
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| Knock a little dust off this bitch
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| DJ Holiday
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| Dave East
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| King of Harlem
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| For all you niggas that hated
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| This yo' karma, nigga
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| Uh
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| Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
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| I did the Raddison and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
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| I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
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| I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…
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| Uh
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| Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
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| I did the Raddison and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
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| I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
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| I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam
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| Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick
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| They know I could fuck they bitch
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| I probably hit me a hundred licks
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| We was really in that Crown Vic
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| All I need me is a down bitch
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| To take the product out of town quick
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| Can’t be nervous, you around this
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| Louis got me wearing brown kicks
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| Looking like I stepped in dog shit
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| Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling 'til we all rich
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| Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks
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| Porsche drop with the fog tints
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| Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
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| I ain’t got time for the talking
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| Killed them early, that’s abortion
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| Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
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| Told my driver back the Porsche in
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| You want a feature, can’t afford it
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| I bet I fuck her 'til the morning
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| This foreign like 100 horses
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| GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
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| All of my bitches is gorgeous
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| VVS is sitting flawless
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| I popped two percs and I’m nauseous
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| I got your bitch sitting court side
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| Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high
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| Karma
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| What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor
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| Got yo' bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama
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| Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
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| LV Supreme the bomb
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| Hot temper need the ganja
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| Most of my denim is Fear of God
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| Only thing I ever fear was God
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| It was so hard to go get it, y’all
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| If they had that powder, we get it hard
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| I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga
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| Say my name we gon' go get him robbed
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| Diamonds cold like when the heater off
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| You got some money, nigga, we can talk
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| I don’t even take a weekend off
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| Everyday feel like a holiday
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| I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday
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| I get the drop from a block away
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| You was that nigga, but not today
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| I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game,
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| learn how to play
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| All gas we don’t touch breaks
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| I wore Gucci for two months straight
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| 12 pounds in a Mustang
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| Your hands never touched weight
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| Your hands never touched guap
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| Downtown on a dust block
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| Hear this blowin' if this truck stop
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| Two words, nigga, «fuck cops»
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| Catch you lackin' by the bus stop
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| Awaiting on your train, homie
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| Blue and whites askin' 'bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me
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| Just trappin' like they ain’t on us
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| Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me
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| This nut in my pocket enormous
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| State to state with the Glock while I’m touring
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| This that Karma shit
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| All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
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| It’s the big dog table
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| You don’t belong here
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| Dave East
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| Shit
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| Holiday
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| East side of Harlem |