| Life so lavish you can’t pay for it
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| It’s a lot of niggas want it that ain’t made for it
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| Sirens in the beat make ya grab the blammer
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| More obsessed with grams fuck the proper grammar
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| Know that money coming like its on the planner
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| Over 9000 when he checked the scouter
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| I’m just a young nigga wielding all this power
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| My Brooklyn homie here we facing all this dour
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| In the city like the peach drop
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| We just eaten feastin chew chew it
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| But its hard to swallow
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| Used to pull up in that Monte Carlo
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| Golden Road no El darado
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| Me and Jr Danny whippin probably
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| A ok tryna cop a audi
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| A7 my hindparts
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| Last name my brother name
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| So we stunt on niggas bout twice as hard
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| I was birthed by college park
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| Make wide ruled and school y’all
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| No cage in this pool sharks just a AR
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| All ready
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| Got the reaper wit me and we so deadly
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| Prada pippin when the shells drop
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| Where were you when Give Em Hell dropped
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| I’ma start off sayin' sorry
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| But really I’m not, and you really should shop
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| With someone who shops with me
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| Cause there’s levels to this and I’m sittin' on top
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| Murder, C and I cremate tracks
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| They call me JerZ, aka the reaper
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| Born illmatic, I’m stillmatic
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| So every day I give 'em ether
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| In my army I’m the tool man
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| If you want home improvement, go and call for Tim
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| All these straps just don’t make sense
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| Lord please forgive me for my sins
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| The life I live, you can’t pay for it
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| I could end your life, it’d be super cheap
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| I count cash and they count sheep
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| Damn son, they super sleep
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| That’s just motivation, I welcome hate
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| Pitchfork and that big C
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| We ball hard, that’s the fuckin' 8
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| I get lesbians and I fuck 'em straight
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| Like I’m the future that was just the past
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| Sticky fingers from these fuckin' bags
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| Dirty thumbs from a hundred racks |