| Ayo, Hit-Boy, man
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| I need to roll up some of that fonto you got, man
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| I be seeing you smoking
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| Yo, how that I.E. |
| weather?
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| Uh
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| Tilted brim like Goldie talking
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| Pryor listening, my prior women had no remorse
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| When they tried to end on no discourse, no discussion
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| I’m all alone and all the people with the big hats on went home
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| So what you gon' do now, Goldie? |
| Your bottom left you
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| It’s up to me and you, Goldie, through introspection
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| You ain’t Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain’t cold as it was
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| And I go through multiple love triangles over and over enough
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| I talk to my boxing trainer, he’s my logic explainer
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| Conversations through our combination
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| He told me, «Stick and move,"and «Different rules apply to different women»
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| Some women’s into licking women
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| Some women’s independent, some women want brothers who educated
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| Some women want Benz’s, leather seats that are perforated
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| Some do malevolent snake shit
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| Yeah, you can miss me with that fake shit (Peace king)
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| Dialogue superb, flyest cars on the curb, world
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| When I evolved, a higher God emerged reserved
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| More subtle, come from the stress and the struggle
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| Young then, obsessed in the bubble about it
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| Took advantage if a woman allowed it
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| One of the foulest, some would say I was childish, money driven
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| Mischievous, I perceived it as livin', gifts and ribbons
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| Any kisses on the lips was forbidden, I was on it
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| She curvy, then shorty was cornered, no worries
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| For the naughty, it was higher performance, or was it really?
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| The games that I was playin' was silly
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| Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could’ve killed me
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| Caution never crossing my mind, she calling crying
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| Me, I’m more concerned why she ain’t falling in line, was buggin'
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| Grew a lot since they said I was stubborn
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| Guess it’s real, even players need lovin'
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| When you enamored by female companions, there’s no standards
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| Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that’s the damage
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| Reflecting on first impressions, what’s she expecting?
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| Why when men don’t follow directions, it’s deception?
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| I was intrigued by fine women, I realized
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| Some were drop dead gorgeous living a lie
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| Oblivious to beauty inside truly defines
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| Will you walk with me or are you there for the ride?
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| For better or worse, every blessing and curse
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| Understand exotic sands come after the dirt
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| I was dealing since adolescent
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| Thinking my girl was my possession
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| I stand corrected
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| It takes understanding and affection
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| Time is money, I need growth for my investment
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| I don’t like attention unless it’s a woman
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| With majestic grace like an empress in Essence
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| Let’s just chill, catch vibes in the grill
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| Celebratin', many of us never made it (Haha)
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| Whatever brings you down won’t elevate you (Uh)
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| Like a real one beside you is very gracious
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| I’ll Na Na top five, nigga, dead or alive
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| Nigga or bitch, Firm mafioso shit
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| Ayo, Esco, name a bitch fuckin' with me
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| Did a bullet, came home, Brooklyn gave me the key
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| No cap though, facts though, nigga, that’s really rap, though
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| Like really though, my nigga, she really back though
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| Like really though, my nigga, she really rap though
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| In my lowski lotion, nigga
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| Got my wooskies locin', nigga
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| Comme de Garçons loafers on my posters, Firm la familia
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| First lady, nigga, Bonnie for real
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| Pussy power like Tasha pushed Tommy to kill, uh
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| Black Sheba, Philipp Plein on a sneaker
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| Lowering the two-seater, bitch, I spits ether
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| I’m saying my salaams, what up?
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| Got my three gods with me, so ladies, keep it a buck
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| La familia
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| Life (Life)
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| Everything comes back around full circle (Yup)
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| (Miss me with that…)
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| What up, Hit-Boy? |
| One of my favorites (Ooh)
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| Yeah, you know what the fuck this is (What it is?)
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| King shit, Firm Biz
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| Mastered this, no alternative
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| Classic shit, that’s affirmative
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| Ha, got me out here on my first degree murder shit
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| Stretch marks from this art, gave birth to this
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| And I stand by every word of this
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| Malcolm X with a check, close curtains, bitch
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| Yeah |