| As you can see I’m on my Escobar
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| Upper echelon
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| Remnant songs of the renaissance
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| Louis Chandon, never nonchalant
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| Pour my weight in gold like a
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| Settin' off alarms
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| M-O-B the mother of all bombs
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| We just dropped
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| One line’s all it takes for you to see that it’s real
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| Passed the point of talkin' I need dollars and property
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| Propositions for the paper, pace and pray that it pans out
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| Ten-plus tracks a week in hopes that one of 'em stands out
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| Can I live in the moment
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| While I defeat my opponent
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| Posin' no threats
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| They hopeless
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| They so stressed
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| I’m too blessed
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| To ever consider the losses
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| You never sat at the table with bosses
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| I been a bit of a minuscule problem
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| Growin' in size so nobody could solve it
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| My God, like Allah
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| Operate with no allies
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| I am true with no menace
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| Y’all the low, we’re the stand-ups
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| Rob 'em blind like it’s Gotham
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| Suit and ties like a garçon
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| Gargantuan the size of my aspirations
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| You know that
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| Hold back I never did bitch
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| All of my shit, they sing this
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| Overheads like a wig
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| I was balancin' while they trip
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| Not convinced, well then I assist
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| Go and get you some common sense
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| I’m as high as the top terrace
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| With knowledge like God’s are pharaohs
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| Come and let me show you what I want, yeah
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| If I ever do these records, ain’t no frontin'
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| Give you to 'em while them boys been doin' nothing
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| Who can do this shit the way I do it,
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| Tell 'em I roll
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| Wake up in the mornin' and we do it all alone
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| That’s right we tell 'em I roll
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| Wake up in the mornin' like we do it alone
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| I just spent a minute gettin' better, did you notice?
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| Why you lookin' innocent, I get it with no problems
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| Opposite of winnin', won’t admit it but I’m awesome
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| I been at it all
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| Put em in the cuff-ptt-ptt-ptt cuffs
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| I think I saw you in the catalogue
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| And did I mention I’m ahead of y’all
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| You boys ain’t workin' you just at the mall
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| I bet I see you at the jewelry store
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| No competition, I’m the newest edition
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| Now what you missin'?
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| I’m so hot like the kitchen, I make you heat it up
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| I have you over for dinner
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| I hang with nothin' but winners
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| I make y’all look like beginners, you need to step it up
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| Hit the casino, we need better luck
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| I’m like a, I’m afraid to
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| I’m sippin' pino with my mean amigos
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| Ain’t no egos, we some bad boys
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| What you gonna do, just pick it up
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| Come and let me show you what I want, yeah
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| If I ever do these records, ain’t no frontin'
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| Give you to 'em while them boys been doin' nothing
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| Who can do this shit the way I do it,
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| Tell 'em I roll
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| Wake up in the mornin' and we do it all alone
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| That’s right we tell 'em I roll
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| Wake up in the mornin' like we do it alone
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| That’s right we tell 'em I roll
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| Wake up in the mornin' and we do it all alone
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| That’s right we tell 'em I roll
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| Wake up in the mornin' like we do it alone |