| Crush linen, ice, women
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| Stems, pimps, bubble Benzes
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| Seringes, Cartier lens’es
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| I’m not in the game, I’m in the business
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| I live for the rush, I love to thug
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| Niggas out for they double up, scuff 'em up
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| I’m stocky, rock Armani
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| Fleeces with the beefs and broccolis
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| Catch me at the lobby, dice game schemin'
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| Come with a demon and leave with five g’s even
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| Even, blingin in the court room
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| In my beige, bubble goose snorkel
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| I’ll extort you, in the pens
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| For your Kool G hat, and your blue Timbs
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| When I bid, I’m on it Have your man singing love songs standing on top of the toilet
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| Hook 2x
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| La-ke, the K-I-D
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| Had the head detective Connely, following me Black Gossi of Queens, nobody snitchin
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| Chillin in the cut, Crush Linen
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| Goodfella in it, drug sellin and shit
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| Caught a ??? |
| on the fence, now they smellin my piss
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| But I Chardonay it, Kavosia it Chop nice size point nine dimes and weigh 'em
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| Digitally, I literally
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| Changed the history of QB when I was eighteen
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| Now I lean in a cream BM
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| Listening to beats, sippin premium gin
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| Mobb style I don’t smile in flicks
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| I pose whole and cocaine and four-fifths
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| Today the soldiers, stuck in trojans
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| On the V-I floors, my condolences
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| Hook 2x
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| P-S-O-P, stress and greed
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| Sling packs in the grass as I run from D’s
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| Chicks stratch my B with housing keys
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| I allow you to eat cuz ya feeding me I empower the streets with Machevellism
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| I don’t care what I tell none of these niggas
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| My tolerance, is like Solomon’s
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| After seven years of locking out and locking in Liver, fishshale, piss Cristal
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| And only shit hallal food and fish out
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| Avoid crowded places, out of town faces
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| Cops, and being in spots where I caught cases
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| My fortay, is chopping up yay
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| And stickin niggas for thick platinum big chains
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| I’m like Bugsy and Bumpy
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| Cuz I run these streets and get money
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| Hook 2x |