| «One two three
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| Let me know, if you’re ready for me, lord»
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| It’s the infinite connect
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| Respect what you see as if you praise Donald Chief
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| And understand my plan is to prosper till deceased
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| And let my bank account increase until it over flows
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| In pathfinder jeeps, organized and blunt patrol
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| And never indulge in petty shit that’s irrelevant
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| Thousand dollar shopping sprees just for the hell of it
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| Drinkin' daquiri’s in the back of caravans
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| And finally got the chance to live my lifestyle advanced
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| And keep my mind clear of poisonous stunts and beams
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| Be deep meditations, now I see where pagans dream
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| And do time, around and get mine
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| So I relax while you stress, try to follow the rest
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| Never the less, I finesse, teach moves like it’s my last speech
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| My thoughts on the future, cause it don’t equal the past
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| Niggas steady plotin', your every move we be watching
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| There’s no room for error, once you slip, your forgotten
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| A never hasbeen, in a world of frame and fronters
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| Who had to learn the hard way, how disease can take you under
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| Mall master be coming at you, that nigga that curse a lot
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| Shit, I even reverse a rock, I be theivin' ya purse with Glocks
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| Rushin' against your garment, daily Hailey Comet, a bomber
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| Punk, you wanna fuck wit funk, have you breathing out ya armpit
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| My guns that weighs the joint, don’t even hand a malla' nina
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| Have niggas tits and too-toos, and on point like ballerinas
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| You can bring ya best to west, found dressed in some rugged shit
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| You blind, ridin' on my dick, don’t know who you fuckin' with
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| (From Crooklyn to west side Phil, we keep it real)
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| So if you squeal on the reasons, for these heavens squeezin', the steel
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| Slow subliminal criminals strangle triggers that’s identical
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| Mangle bitches that’s fly, die with my dick inside ya genitals
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| (Sendin' you through shit you never thought of
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| The don who bust the sawed off
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| So recogize, I squeeze and then ya life lost)
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| My raw essence is forever present
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| But my team be chasing dreams of cream and digits in the sevens
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| The heavens, see my body is holding effervescence
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| My verbal tecture will bless you with scientific lessons
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| On another plane, it’s hard to maintain
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| Cuz my membrane, causes strain within my inner frame
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| The pain, from my people that be involuntary
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| You in this game for this love, dunn, or monetary
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| Forever keepin' the spirit, so like Elijah
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| My verbal fire, will resurrect you like the great Messiah
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| Desire, is like the law of the siren song
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| Arm Leg Leg Arm, my word is bond, so I move on
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| And stay strong like Egyptian Kings
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| Rockin' diamond rings and things that it brings
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| I spread the science, to all the planets, I’m hard as granite
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| You need the knowledge of God, dunn, to understand it |