| Now me, I’m with Julio down by the schoolyard
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| Trying to stack ducats, cop a crib with a pool, yard
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| Pool table, bars, stools, cars, jewels, jars
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| I’m in the kitchen with Ice-T and Coco
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| From popo in slow-mo
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| From (???) to Polo
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| I’m at the frat house screaming «yoga, yoga»
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| Frat boys screaming back at me like «yolo, yolo»
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| For sure though, shouts out Show Squad
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| Third world fam OTK and the old gods
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| Roma to Oklahoma, on that soma
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| Oh god, oh I’m putting 'em in a coma
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| I’m in The Source now, but it’s the internet
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| I’m on a jet now, but I wanna bigger jet
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| No a smaller jet, but a taller jet
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| Wish I was a baller, and taller than taller get
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| Ostertag, most to brag
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| Roller coasters, Jags, use a coaster, dag!
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| When he host a jam, they toast the fam
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| No toast and jam, but oh the clams
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| Hors d’oeuvres my man, I’m absurd with them
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| Roti, goat meat, and so much yams
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| No birds or grams, words for grands
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| You an army pervert serviceman
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| I’m in the studio, pulling Su-Sussudio
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| Himanshu Suri (???) for who we know
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| It’s a jam, Johnny Walker Black
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| Johnny Walker Blue if you paid like that
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| My wallet thick like Costanza
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| Thoia thoia thoing, she moves like a dancer
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| If she got a donkey scoop it up like chunky monkey
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| If your pockets on dummy while the bar getting funky
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| (USA, USA) |