| I be like melody
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| Rob First Fiedelity
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| Cock back, top cat
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| Can’t make contact
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| With me cuz i’m lost
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| Brush niggas off
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| I’m like toothpaste
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| Rap flourides you couldn’t move with a suitcase
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| Lock it up, cock and bust, seventeen
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| I’m raw like the coke my boys be sellin' fiends
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| Need to make cream, be financial, make papers
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| If niggas front take it by force like a rapist
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| Niggas look it
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| I’m hot like the peppers that Puerto Ricans cook with
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| Trick up the sleeve
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| Y’all theives that never took shit
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| Real bad actors
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| Try to operate and get sued for malpractice
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| Don’t make me gang trip
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| Talk all nice
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| I walk on ice, can’t slip
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| Pace got the vision of a chosen few
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| Hopin' you only speak when you spoken to
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| I can’t lose even if the fight fixed
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| Take my time laid back
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| If you rush you might miss
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| My voice transmit through your sattilite dish
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| And it go a little something like this…
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| Around the way, like L. L
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| Guns hot as hot tameles
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| Crooked and unhonest
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| Swing wood like Jimmy Conners
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| I’m Pace Won the drug theif
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| Rugged like rugby
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| High off the cannabis
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| Props to my company
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| Presidential canidantes
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| Gone sour, not sober
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| Sellin' cold cut with baking soda
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| Static but i cling not
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| Weed addict
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| I’m a nigga with a sling shot
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| King props
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| Read my rap sheet
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| Pace to Won is nasty
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| Drive by
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| Two guns out the window
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| Bustin' from the back seat
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| Hit the deck and get ghost
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| Coast to coast, world wide
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| Pace comin with toast
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| High hopes
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| Pace comin' dope
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| And it go a little something like this… |