| I figure… drug money securing me
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| Checking packs like security
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| Keep it closed, ring of purity
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| My protection plot
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| I Pick their fate the way juries be
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| Fade away how fake jewelry be
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| They white thin the way flurries be
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| My connect send right
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| Hush yo fuss
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| I hit corners
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| Like I be drifting
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| Then I go make a mix for that bread selling Jiffy
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| My connect a bitch, I want more packs, he say he’ll get me
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| He lucky i’oon fuckin rob’em but I’ll wait til he get me
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| Fuck it
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| Ain’t no dealers out working these type of Rocks
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| Act fine, then wrestle off that pack, I’m like The Rock
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| And then I go dish a bit to them cool kids, Sir Mikey Rocks
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| Counting cash until my fingers look weirder than Megan Fox’s
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| Where the raw cut? |
| Stashed in my dash and locked up
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| Passed With in a dark cut, located a few blocks up
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| Not getting locked up, like companies, get my stocks up, then hit a few blocks
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| up
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| Changed me, like kissing frogs, um
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| I think the law tryna bump me
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| But im proactive to dummies
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| You need some black cats to get bad at Lucki
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| They luhh love me
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| The clucks, they fucking adore me, me
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| I get around like im touring
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| Cause some places more controversial than Maury
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| Lordy.
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| I think this money more precious than new borns
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| It’s lovely, you find me mixed in the green like croutons
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| They ain’t askin so i’oon tellem im servin, they fool on
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| They wouldn’t know until I tell’em I got it, I’m Ru Paul
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| Ooh Dawg, i ditched, im block roaming
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| & you the type to get yo family in trouble, Nico & Roman
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| You know I’m moving cheap packs through the hood, you called me Roman
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| & You’ll sit & watch a pack fill up, like you blood doning
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| They tryna kill me for white girl, I feel like Emmit
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| No disrespect, just the only realway I thought they’d get
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| Get it?
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| Eeerka, eeerka (dj scratch) mix a lil sum innit
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| Shit, if Greg was here he’d prolly say I’m so innit |