| From shooters in buildings to coupes in the pavilions
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| Play wealth, keep your health and your heart first
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| The belt that’s been passed on the last car collision and cracks
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| We was there rolling up, holding duffle bags, that’s facts
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| Blood on his Fila’s, Levi’s
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| Laid there, two chains on, where’s the throne
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| I was slick, like poets who know his shit, cold as shit
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| Thugs that stay loaded then blow throughout the global quick
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| Fast money and sneakers, cool out king silks on
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| Right in front of the Flash Gordon, you crabs goners
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| Stealin' styles so we taxed him out on Billy Childs
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| The bodies was ripped from water, twist the chalice
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| A grown folks game to the older folks
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| Grey haired gangsters rockin' New Balance
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| See the chodes, a few challenges
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| Money spill, heads tumble, thugs rumble, drugs crumble
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| But still I’m still upon in bankers trust, thankin' us
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| Preparing my speech, pulled up in a peach Corniche
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| Seats are burgundy, soccer gear and Louis cleats
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| Hand me my medals, Pussy he just laughin' at us
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| I know you wanted my bitch, but money won’t attract it
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| They trained, pullin' pistols see the aims
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| It’s desert shark, that blow apart flesh and bones when it starts
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| The originator, cuban linx chains, diamonds and Clark’s
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| Swim on this crime wave where bags of money get washed
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| They say Loyalty’s golden and it will make you rich
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| Well, I’m royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch
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| High chief, low eyes and hella jewels
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| Word from the wise, it’s time to rise and show and prove
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| Getting money is easy, keeping it that’s the hard part
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| Creeps and scavengers roam the land, call 'em aardvarks
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| Go ahead and try me now, filthy rich Africans
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| From the slums' glorious days, I bring the action in
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| Long hair Brazilians love swallowing my childrens
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| Self made poet, poetry constantly bringin' millions in
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| Scratch that small talk, meetings with the higher ups
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| Walls necessary, cemetery bitch and bury chumps
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| Spark and sip the champagne for the pain
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| Let’s celebrate, this duffel bag snatch your dime piece bag another coffin
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| though
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| From the era where the code is 'never trust a hoe'
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| My advanced stride is the coldest, yo
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| Ritual’s get the bread and stay upon your square
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| For the leeches and the sly foxes please be aware
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| 'Cause they will pray upon your shortcomings
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| Jeopardize the family’s heir
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| Here’s the first glass, sip it to hell, I’ll see you there
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| They say Loyalty’s golden and it will make you rich
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| Well, I’m royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch
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| High chief, low eyes and hella jewels
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| Word from the wise, it’s time to rise and show 'em proof |