| Angels, comin' from all angles
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| Better watch your chain 'fore
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| They leave you like Cain and Abel
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| Less, take no mess and your bitch scandalous
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| Scandalous
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| Money, money, my motto money machine
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| Money cell phone ring, mulatto models makin' money
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| Money makin' me, never breakin' me
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| Big Bank Hankin' me, bread, bakery bed
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| Green elephant, kale green
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| Green fillin' my jeans, every C.R.E.A.M. |
| queen cake for me
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| Queen, countin' my cakes
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| Caught the cakes with me, cake
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| Clap for me, gat clap, blasphemy
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| Clap, the ground clap back
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| I bust back rapidly, raps wrap packages
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| Ship pack in the clip, gift-wrap rap packages
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| Stadium packed, packed bag
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| Back in the day, the flow was immaculate, mag
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| Mary Jane sag, Cadillac lags, I’m in back
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| Cracked sun roof, you could see the blue through the grass
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| Blunt blue and blue, blue and blue, and blues and bluegrass
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| The green grass blew a few new blue-greens
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| Blue meanin' mean new green, Blueface
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| Benny Franks wouldn’t say blue-green, blue
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| Blew through so much green, man that green turned blue
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| That nigga Blu so green, so, so mean
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| And my tongue is a machine that no one can run away from
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| The law low, I stay wayward
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| So once you take one step, you are so lost
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| You end up somewhere with the, with the, with the
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| Angels, comin' from all angles
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| Better watch your chain 'fore
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| They leave you like Cain and Abel
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| Less
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| Talkin' big, big business, Bugs, Benjamin
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| Benjamin Frank bank faces, bank good
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| And banks billion bucks, bank, bank the tank truck
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| Same Titanic ship sunk sank my pants sag
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| Hang metals to chain, chain swang, the gang lost
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| Los Angeles, Vegas, lost, lost
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| Balls paper tossed, ran on me
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| Grams rain, rain, rain came from Ramses reign
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| Gold rings, lil gold chains swang, change clothes and go, go
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| Why can’t they go be more remote?
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| We go back to the East Coast
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| Newark, new work and work
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| Jelly niggas eat toes, shotgun the weed smoke
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| Pop, lock, pop Glock, 45 Shady from D-mode, Moe Dee
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| But she keep askin' me for more things, more green
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| But Moe Greene died askin' for mo' green
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| Hold mo' gold, reap what you sow
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| In maybe two more, you gon' bring me more cheese
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| That just might get you two more weeks before you sumo
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| No pseudo, sue me, mobile move, more Sunni
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| Sufi, swoop, swoop, Suzie make uzi shoot
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| Shoot a star movie, camera shy
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| Shy should’ve shot him right with the toolie for the, for the, for the
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| Angels, comin' from all angles
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| Better watch your chain 'fore
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| They leave you like Cain and Abel
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| Less
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| Uh, we on the block, black top on the block
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| We on the block, black, black right back on the block
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| Black on black, gold, gold crosses, black on black
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| It broke backs, broke folks gettin' back on crack
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| And back broke black back before hunnid years or so
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| Gold, black, gold, India to Mexico
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| Black go back on the block
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| Stack stock, stack gold top of stacks
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| Still, still blue, still kill beats, still cold, still, still rob burglar
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| We’re breakin' the coasts, cold murder, murder she wrote
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| Circle, circle all of the globe, we on the block
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| Black top on the block, top of the block
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| Writin' raps right back to the top
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| Of the rap on the block, on it not movin' on it
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| We on the map for the gold, bringin' all of that back
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| When I get home to the loss, lost so many friends
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| That I get lost when I’m home, home so many losses
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| I feel at home with the loss
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| Angels, comin' from all angles
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| Better watch your chain 'fore
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| They leave you like Cain and Abel
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| Less, take no mess and your bitch scandalous
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| Scandalous
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| Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels, lost angels
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| Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels, lost angels |