| All these flavours, I turn the block into LA
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| When it’s time to ride out, there ain’t no hoppin' out like Trey, uh
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| Went from goin' halves on a D to flippin' keys
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| From a City of God’s, I come like Lil' Zé
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| I was bullying the block like I’m Deebo
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| They’re wifing bitches like Ginger from Casino
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| My plug’s got a private jet when I order snow
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| So I ain’t lyin' when I say I know George from Blow
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| So tell me, how can I quit the game?
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| Feel like Frank Lucas when his first shipment came
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| This week’s the BRIT awards but I really can’t go
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| Cah me and Bunz is like Chris and Marlo
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| Cop my mum a house now I’m out of the game
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| And the garden got a little summerhouse, like Dushane
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| Used to treat my home like a chemist
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| Sleepin' with 'caine like Jada Pinkett in don’t be a menace, uh
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| I come like Nino if he didn’t snitch
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| It’s fucked up what Rico did to Mitch (Fucked up)
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| I was the man when I was seventeen
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| I feel like Pablo out in Medellin
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| I’m in and out the country all the time
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| But I still run the hood like Bumpy Johnson in his prime, uh
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| And even when I quit the game, I’m still a shotter like Mad Max, Biggs and Wayne
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| They threw me in jail just for shottin' weed
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| Still had the wing shook like Chopper Read
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| My nigga Midgy’s never been to prison
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| I’m like Lucky Luciano, I’m the head of the commission, uh
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| I really sell packs, fuck this rap shit
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| Get your diamonds snatched like Brad Pitt
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| Me and Wacky fly around the world just to shop
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| So like that nigga Capone, I third world cop
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| I’m New Jersey, drivin' a car chase
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| Man will let off more shots than the last scene in Scarface
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| Opps talkin' tough but I’m the nigga that they avoid
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| I ain’t tryna do life like old Ray and Claude
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| I got yay, weed, anything that they need
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| Fam, I’m in too deep, I come like J. Reid
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| We hit a move, now the hood’s jealous
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| But Nina got a cut like Paulie in Goodfellas
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| Coulda lost hope, all this fucked up shit I seen
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| But there’s light at the end of the tunnel like Wakeema
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| Guess I’m like Franklin over that stove top
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| Really bought ice creams for my whole block
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| So holler if you need that straight drop
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| One ate the block like beans and state prop'
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| The whole world’s gone crazy, I can’t live here
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| Probably move back to Africa like Sensei
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| Picture me in the Benz
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| Feel like Vito when he went back to Sicily for revenge
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| I don’t like the San Andreas map, I turn your whole block purple
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| And I’ll rob your crop like me and Koonz in crop circle
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| It’s Nines |