| You might see me on the strip brushing dirt off my shoulder
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| In a fat whip outside the club once it’s over
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| Girls folding in in their twos like Noah
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| I’m in a full black suit but I ain’t no chauffeur
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| I’m large in the game suttin' like an ogre
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| You man were couple size down, lower on the poster
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| Glower while I coast, brah, heavy chain smoker
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| The thin belly, mocha skin, sketty brain ho poacher
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| You’re a no-hoper, you need Oprah
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| Your girl’s coming back to my gates, she needs closure (get it?)
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| I’m supernova bright, I’m nyamin food of the flows I write
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| Sounding suttin' huge while I hold the mic
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| You think us getting this far was an oversight?
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| You think I won’t pluck honey though she’s over-ripe?
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| You don’t know me like… I work hard, play hard, and
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| Steady getting what’s mine under cloak of night
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| Don’t act like you done made it yet
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| 'Cause round here fellas won’t play that shit
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| Come about acting all vain and slick
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| But trust fam, Beggars gonna bait man quick
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| Used to be the M-CAT don
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| Used to shot bags, tags, Louis fat-none
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| Used to bag a couple by the bloomin' flash on
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| But nowadays I’m chillin', droppin' bloomin' fat bombs
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| Slewin' mad songs, but makin' that my business
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| Spacin' out my chips, tryin' to triple up my shiznit
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| Tryin' to live the good life, been a couple of hits
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| But now I’m goin' nuts, with these labels on my diznick
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| I ain’t even trippin', I’m in my own time
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| I’m in my element and definitely on my grind
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| Once wasn’t enough I had to tell these pricks twice
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| Pissing on the games like it’s jelly fish bites so sinister
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| Spit it so cold still I finished her
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| still first, to the finish, burst cynical
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| Turf any dizzy fucks, sissy suck miniature
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| City chuck, fill up on the shit from the village URGH |