| Two-door, four-door, sedan, roadster
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| Cabriolet convertible, careening in the coaster
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| Christian Louboutin, straps is like a holster
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| We balling -- ESPN highlights, posters
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| Tangerine Lambos, Mimosa, raise a toast
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| We at the Grammys, then Miami playing Boca like it’s poker
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| Had a room at the La Quinta, full of soldiers, full of coca
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| Feel a ulcer, hundred grand up in the sofa, reupholstered
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| I am twisted, I am Heath Ledger, Joker to you jokers
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| If you Tony, I hang up, send a hit, I am Sosa
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| I am cultured, I am legend, I am Liva, I am closer
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| To the best writer alive, other two, I’m the closest
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| No holsters, no chauffeurs, no mask, no witness
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| No corpus, no guts, no glory, no joking
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| All-Star we play -- C-I-two A
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| And 2 Chainz, with my bad bitch -- it’s my b-day
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| This life that we live is for the connoisseurs
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| Carnival, Gansevoort everyday poolside cabana floss
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| Mami in Manolo’s, I’m in that Gucci polo
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| With the multi-color collar moving dolo on my solo
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| My niggas that’s in prison, I’m they eyes I’m they ears
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| Every champagne night for every laugh there’s a tear
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| There’s a picture being shown in every jail, every tier
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| Representin' so my niggas know I’m here
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| Polaroids being shown in every jail, every tier
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| Representin' all my niggas know I shared from the heart |