| Villain get the money like curls
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| They just trying to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world
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| Land of milk and honey with the swirls
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| Where reckless naked girls get necklaces and pearls
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| Compliments of the town jeweler
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| Left back now-schooler trying to sound cooler
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| On the microphone known as the crown ruler
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| Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah
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| Five-hundred something dollars laying right there in the street
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| Huh, now let’s try and get something to eat
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| Then he turned four and started flowing to the poor
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| That’s about when he first started going raw
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| Kept the 'dro in the drawer
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| A rhyming klepto who couldn’t go up in the store no more
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| His life is like a folklore legend
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| Why you so stiff? |
| you need to smoke more brethren
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| Insted of trying to riff with the broke war veteran
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| Spliff made him swore he saw heaven he was seven
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| Yup, you know it, growing up too fast
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| Showing up to class with Moët in a flask
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| He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass
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| His girl is home alone he trying to get the
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| If you want to sip get a paper water fountain glass
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| How I’m 'posed to know where your mouth been last
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| Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash
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| Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash
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| Boom-bash leave the room with the stash
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| Assume it’s in a smash, Doom get the cash |