| All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind
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| All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind
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| All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind
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| All my niggas flyin' high, we playin' in the wind
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| Frank Lucas or Blake Griffin
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| St. Thomas or San Quentin
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| Trips to Puerto Rico or that Rico law
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| Packs in the hallway at Seton Hall
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| Paranoid, yeah the streets talk
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| Got me swimmin' with the Desert, man, seahawk
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| I be swervin', got a hundred thousand in my denim
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| And we can talk about these crabs for dinner
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| Pop them pills, smokin' dank, drinkin' lean too
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| Got me runnin' through the fire with gasoline suit
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| All eyes, closed mouth
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| Fake friends, lost ties, mob ties
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| Courtside, climb fences, barbed wires
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| Bars wired, been ballin', Karlton Hines
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| Whispers in the dark give you cold heart
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| Kill the ink, paid in full, Eric B
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| Rakim Allah, say a prayer doin' bad or good
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| Buy the charts, can’t buy the hood
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| Wiggle in the paint, boulders in the link
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| Welker with the bank, piranhas in the tank
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| Shorty want me back
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| Was the best she ever had |