| Uh, we Puerto Roc wit bandanas and bad grammar
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| Bad manners, pack daggers, we like to thrash hammers
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| Display raw, we ain’t gotta pay straw
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| We ain’t gotta play hockey just to faceoff
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| We ain’t gotta play Rocky just to break jaws
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| Lotta niggas claim they Gotti but they ain’t Mob
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| Train hard in the battlefield black mask or the shield
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| Niggas think their flash or steel will get you mass appeal
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| Suckaz need bodyguards and that’s the real
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| So we in tuned me and Army we rep familia
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| Niggas out to get signed I trash your deal
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| Your Record Label suck dick that’s stamped and sealed
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| You closet fans got shit you can’t reveal
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| I’m in the trenches, play the post, playing pass the pill
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| I throw bows, throw flows, I can’t just chill
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| I need change in the game I rap, I steal
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| (Chorus) Planetary 2x
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| We live, we living, we living the life
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| It’s our time, we shine, cuz the timing is right
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| My mic, my niggas get it popping tonight
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| You see QD, dawg we riding for life
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| Yo, you can catch Planetary wit the north face
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| Court case thrown out, make a nigga boss pace
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| Celebrate henny fifth, laced out penny shit
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| Lawyer on some petty skeed up, too heavy shit
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| Monopoly money, I’d rather play wit property money
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| Instead of the FEDS, it’s always gon' be watching me money
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| I’m too popular dunny, you on the chopper wit bunnies
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| I’m in the custom made Pharaoh Helicopter wit dummies
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| Counting moola’s, surrounded by a thousand computers
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| My PayPal is laced now, cuz I’m the sound of the future
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| I put it down in Medusa; |
| you can crown me the ruler
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| The bass quake, now I’m waiting for the ground to maneuver
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| I put it down wit some shooters; |
| they don’t allow me to shoot up
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| They don’t let me Joe Pesci cuz I poly the movers
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| To the top of the game looking down on the lames
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| It’s QD in this bitch, Doap popping them thangs
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| (Chorus) Planetary 2x |