| I said hold up, ma, I’ll make you look good, get it understood
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| Don’t get it twisted, when I ride through the hood
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| 26 inches, blowing nothing but the good
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| Got the Alpine bumping
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| Extra saucy, fly niggas is flossy, caught 'em in the Bentley wagging
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| Swinging remorsely, guns I’m waving 'em
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| Braze a nigga facial, still in the hood, got my hands and them lazers, now
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| Blow them niggas labels down, rhyme, I brag
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| Yellow Jag', elephant black leather
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| The Tuskigi look, I master the swagger rhyming
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| Playing corners, shopping enormous, rocking black watch faces
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| The band is racist, I’m mourning
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| I feel like Malcolm in his prime, nines on me
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| Kill them lines, we living in them airs with wears
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| You heard of us, the most powerful glastrinomical
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| I’m used to big shit, light hitting off the big tower, boo
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| You know I’m puffin' that good kush, hood 'dro, slide through
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| Antique whip, helping the hood blow, I’m all about papers
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| The face makers, who chase heavy, thick cake, head of the state
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| Fire escape capers… |