| Look at my history
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| I’m tryna see what’s different from that guy and the richer me
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| The only thing I see is custom owls from Tiffany
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| And some gunnas that’ll hit you outta nowhere like epiphany
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| Really, that’s it to me
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| Aside from the obvious, man, it changes in scenery
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| Testin' me gon' have my niggas testin' machinery
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| They say that they happy, my man, that’s not how they seem to be
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| The boy, he wild and peaceful, rest in peace Teena Marie
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| Ethics and values, mob traditions, old fashioned
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| Monopoly action
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| Bronny buyin' up Brentwood like he still in Akron
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| A lot of pain, a lot of passion
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| A lot of relaxin' while other niggas is overreactin'
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| That’s how we continue down the path of Jordan and Jackson
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| That’s some insight for y’all even if no one’s askin'
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| Last year, niggas really feel like they rode on me
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| Last year, niggas got hot 'cause they told on me
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| I’m 'bout to call the bluff of anybody that fold on me
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| I’m buyin' the buildin' of every door that closed on me
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| Yeah, Loro Piana and Brioni, the one and only
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| Champagne popper, the love doctor
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| Your baby mother call me when she lonely
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| My tailor see me twice a week, he like my homie
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| Forever grateful, forever thankful
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| Diamond necklace, but she wears it on her ankle
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| The bitch is trendy
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| My enemies send each other the texts that they could never send me
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| I’m bankin' two million a show for the residency
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| Nevada gaming commission in a frenzy
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| How much money can this casino lend me?
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| Rippin' markers up over shots of the Henny
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| Vivid memory, can someone send me a real nigga interlude?
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| To me, Benihana is pigeon food
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| This not a forgivin' mood
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| So much, we gotta count the 20s up in a different room
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| I am just a body that my brothers are livin' through
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| Keepin' my connections strictly physical
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| Everyone that’s married is miserable
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| I know that that is not a lifestyle I can give into
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| The rise to the top of this mountain has been biblical
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| I don’t carry cash 'cause the money is digital
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| It’s the American Expresser, the debt collector
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| Hailin' all the way from the Mecca
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| Got something for Trudy and Rebecca
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| This shit could last forever
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| The mind controller, the Ayatollah
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| I built a bridge to success and had visions of me ridin' over
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| Step in the room and October gets a lot closer
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| Haunted houses
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| I don’t know how to count in thousands, only millions
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| Now tell your friends I’m not the villain
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| Send 'em to Lagos or Turks and Caicos
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| Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago
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| Never go the same places they go
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| Separate vacations
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| A far cry from when Drizzy had slept in the basement
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| I was never on the path to get into Cambridge
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| I mean, I was good at doin' math, but I’m better with language
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| Borderline dangerous, approach with caution
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| I plan to buy your most personal belongings when they up for auction
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| Man, truth be told, I think about it often
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| The petty king, the overseer of many things
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| I wish that I was playin' in a sport where we were gettin' rings
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| I wouldn’t have space on either hand for anything
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| West Hollywood, know my presence is menacing
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| Cosa Nostra, shady dealings
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| Racketeering, the syndicate got they hand in plenty things
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| The things that we’ve done to protect the name are unsettling
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| But no regrets, though, the name’ll echo
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| Years later, none greater
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| Death to a coward and a traitor, that’s just in my nature, yeah |