| Ay yo first thing, It’s about respect
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| Then it’s about the money nigga
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| We deal with principles over here
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| We the black sopranos nigga, Griselda
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| The butcher comin nigga!
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| I feel like OJ ridin in a bronco
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| Two dead bodies in the closet of the condo
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| Griselda Blanco, rest in peace Jimmy Wopo
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| This the return of Benny Blanco
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| Spaceship, can’t tell if I hit any potholes
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| It’s not enough soldiers, too many Coppo’s
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| I think it’s not enough riches, too many Alpo’s
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| Until I’m worth 9 figures like Gwyneth Paltrow
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| I’m callin hits with my mouth closed
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| The trap got a house code, all white bricks call it the South Pole
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| Rolex watches me and city both got em
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| I caught real cases but I never spoke about em
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| I had to sell bad dope, I had to cook garbage
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| But I still ate you gotta pay the butch homage
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| Feds came (huh) I stood silent
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| I’m a G she wanna fuck me once then write a book about it
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| I walked in Versace but ain’t buyin shit
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| We only exchange paper if she buy a brick
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| That’s your hoe? |
| I buy your bitch
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| Dropped her off with a quarter, a flat screen, and a fire stick
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| My shit bring hustlers out retirement
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| They hear me rhymin and somehow start to miss the environment
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| Black sopranos, you hear the violin?
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| GXFR nigga and we riding til the tires bent
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| I valeted the
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| Im the one with all the drip, see if you can spot me
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| This for all my niggas cooking up, gracefully
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| I can’t escape the streets with no religion Dukes house was a bakery
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| I wrote the scriptures, when you listen ain’t no forsaking me
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| We push in Benz', this ain’t no make believe
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| I cross you out the mob if you take the plea
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| The first time I sweared I ended up brazening
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| My plug racist, always come through with my asian bitch
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| I keep him close but I know I’mma end up blazing him
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| I play Davis, I swear you used to get the H from him
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| I take vacations, fuck y’all bitches and go on dates wit them and paint they
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| faces
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| We at Popping we popping nations
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| Balenciaga’s, these designers you rocking Macy’s
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| My wrist look retarded from waitin patient, we made it |