| Uh, everything on heavy, water on your prop bezzi'
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| Made my prezzi' rock steady, my confetti is a blend of blueberry
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| Too many crosses on my line, new celly
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| Can’t even snuff a nigga, lames too ready
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| What pocket change you buried?
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| Some words are strong enough to get your fam' touched
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| Serpent ass nigga, slither right out your handcuffs
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| We’re total opposites, how could you understand us?
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| Pockets in a drought, yet floodin' your Instagram up
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| Your WCW rams us
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| Lyricist delivery, Roberto Duran punch
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| My aura luminates the room, Louis Vuitton balloons
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| Banko back to revvin' up the goons, movie time the zooms
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| I send 'em shots in a medley, Uzi, Nine, kabooms
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| Bury me a fucking king, custom jewelry out my tomb
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| You sleepin' on me, made your bed up, can’t reroute the doom
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| Can’t be out here dying over coon, floosies out the room, uh!
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| Around the way, you never know
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| Everybody won’t like you, you gon' have to let it go
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| Gotta find a better road
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| Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold
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| You can leave here in a second yo
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| Dummy fall I’ma never fall
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| We gon' always be respected
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| If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit
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| Uh, you fuckin' with the genuine artical
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| Fly nigga, I’m lookin' like Ginuwine in the artical
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| Been a ton, bitch I been a don
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| I resemble the image of God, the pendant’s on tier with Rakim Allah’s
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| I admit I started a renaissance
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| Got all these artists on the same shit I’m on, I should talk at a seminar, uh
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| Your lyrics semi-hard
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| You ain’t gotta give me the nod, I know I’m the big dog
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| In the yard not only did I lift the bar with bars
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| I really did sling hard like Nicky Barnes
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| Minus the fish you got fishing parts, you still a bitch at heart
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| I’m on a yacht fishin' in a pond
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| Who knew the arm could lift six sextillions
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| I’m really just superior to y’all with no jewelry on
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| Spit on your Richard Mille I’m a demigod
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| Big bitch lookin' at me like a chili dog, uh!
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| Around the way, you never know (Really dog, Marci)
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| Everybody won’t like you, you gon' have to let it go
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| Gotta find a better road
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| Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold
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| You can leave here in a second yo
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| Dummy fall I’ma never fall
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| We gon' always be respected
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| If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit
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| Uh, get out of line and there’ll be slim to no forgiveness
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| Have my niggas grabbin' arms like you called them sons of bitches
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| Funny how the aggressors become the witness
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| And you know the motto, speak about it, cuts and stitches
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| Don’t be next to get your head cracked, staple and machete crime
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| Gloomy, you know Halloween, I’m pitchin', gets 'em every time
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| Grimey ghoul goblin, promise anyone that envy dying
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| Giant jewels drippin, keep a smithin', turn you MC blind
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| Crazy how they talk, you can’t help 'em out, too corny
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| Think somebody in my family tree put a root on me
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| Watch your tone, last nigga that moved got a boot on him
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| The ringer ain’t out of range for anybody you callin'
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| Nigga every year’s a blessing, I cop, pull up in Queens
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| Dapped a fan, said it’s good to see me, good to be seen
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| In any area you stumble in got a hood in between
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| Spring my fucking wrist whippin' this shit, cooking machine
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| Around the way, you never know
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| Everybody won’t like you, you gon' have to let it go
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| Gotta find a better road
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| Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold
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| You can leave here in a second, yo
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| Dummy fall I’ma never fall
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| We gon' always be respected
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| If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit |