| Came a long way, runnin' from the trap
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| Yeah, remember I was broke, I was broke
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| Came a long way, runnin' from the trap
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| Yeah, remember I was broke, I ain't going back
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| Opium in my system like I'm Qing
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| And my wrist color same as pineapple Fanta
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| I got opium in my system like I'm a Qing dynasty
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| And my wrist color same as pineapple Fanta
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| Underwater ninjas revenger on enemies
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| Powers in my fists, my energy got stronger
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| I'm Yu-Gi-Oh, you end up getting caught by my trap card
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| Powers in my fist, I overflow with energy
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| Diamonds on me clear, swing like a chandelier
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| Diamonds on me clear, swing like a chandelier
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| Air Force One on my feet, two killer whales
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| The dice I threw are three six (triple six, ay)
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| Opium flows through the body like a Qing dynasty
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| Keep anesthetizing, pineapple Fanta color
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| Count the money, count hundred to a hundred, ay
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| Counting hundred till the fingerprints turn blue, ay
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| I got tired backs on my shoulders
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| Laid both can never be together, ay
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| Get in the way, you become the enemy, ay
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| I make your bitches wet
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| Shorty, shorty, give me head
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| She loves how I drip
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| Pouring up some tower, we want what I sip
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| Always off the gas, you know how I gig'
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| Calling on my buffies like mathematics
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| Opium in my system like I'm Qing
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| And my wrist color same as pineapple Fanta
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| I got opium in my system like I'm a Qing dynasty
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| And my wrist color same as pineapple Fanta
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| Diamonds on me clear, swing like a chandelier
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| Diamonds on me clear, swing like a chandelier
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| Air Force One on my feet, two killer whales
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| The dice I threw are three six (triple six, ay)
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| (Ayy)
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| Drip set, this a drip set, yeah
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| If a nigga try me, he gon' get wet
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| We got futuristic guns, they don't cuk back
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| I'm a young rich nigga, I don't tote straps
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| Got my shooter in the front, I'm in the back
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| Ass fat, bitch on my lap, ay
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| Came a long way running through the trap
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| Yeah, remember I was broke?
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| I ain't going back
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| Dragon in my book bag
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| You can't get your bitch back
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| I don't bang, bust stacks
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| Young nigga count these racks
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| In this bitch with Keith Ape
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| Pimp your hoe, give her back
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| Pimp your hoe, give her back
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| She open up, she like a matchbook
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| Spray a nigga, with the mic
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| Hundred thousand in cash, yeah
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| Ay, rob a nigga, no mask
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| Hm, I shitted on 'em, my bad
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| Hm, I'm a rebel nigga fuck class
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| Opium in my system like I'm Qing
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| And my wrist color same as pineapple Fanta
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| I got opium in my system like I'm a Qing dynasty
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| And my wrist color same as pineapple Fanta
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| Diamonds on me clear, swing like a chandelier
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| Diamonds on me clear, swing like a chandelier
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| Air Force One on my feet, two killer whales
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| The dice I threw are three six (triple six, ay)
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| Came a long way, runnin' from the trap
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| Yeah, remember I was broke, I was broke
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| Came a long way, runnin' from the trap
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| Yeah, remember I was broke, I ain't going back |