| Off with your head, tryin' to put me in a odd position
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| And fog my vision, it’s not sticking, watch the plot thicken
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| Got a flock of bitches (flock!), you at the bottom with the lobsters and fishes
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| Trying to get grip on the process, you better watch me for ages (yeah!)
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| The same ones that give you props, is talking out of they faces (say it!)
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| I keep the peace (piece), but I done run out of patience
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| Give me space (hah!)
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| (Yup!)
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| Don’t need ya flattery to spark my battery
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| Son, I mastered the strategy, rooted in reality
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| I’m not vanishing
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| towards a salary from out the gallery
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| Call a taxi after I give her backshots on the balcony (let's go)
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| We came from nothing, this is alchemy, hustler mentalities (yup)
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| We chase abundance, like a rabbit chases reactions (hah)
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| Sicamore style, cranberry dacari casual (wooh!)
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| I’m fly naturally
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| Your style vaginal
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| High capacity, click, to clap at you (braow!)
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| Catch a round or two, pragmatic and practical
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| You capping, I’m only preserving my capital, that’s a fact, my dude (that's a
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| fact!)
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| Aye yo (aye yo!)
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| You know what the fuck it is, let’s go (yo)
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| (Yo yo yo yo! yup, yup, yup!)
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| (Buck!) |