| You are cordially invited, hope you love it
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| She ain’t fuckin with a nigga on a budget
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| Babel said to make you gotta trust it
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| All the killers with me
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| We’re happy to be here but them other shit is real
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| Shit is real where I’m from
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| Hundred haters, got a hundred shots sitting in the drum
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| Shit is major, she gon' fuck me till I cum
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| I’m a player, if it ain’t about the money hit me later
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| Having meetings with the mayor
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| Love me from Toronto to Decatur
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| Give a fuck what a nigga gotta say, bitch i made it (uh)
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| You are cordially invited, can’t knock us
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| We them guns for the rosters
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| Fully loaded pistols for imposters
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| We young shottas
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| If niggas was a italian, they would call us mobsters
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| From the block its Reign
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| Reporting live Till the day i die
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| I’m the truth never told a lie, still i try
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| No tears, no tissue caught up in a fish bowl
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| Schooling niggas riding for my issue
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| Young and macho, with a little soul new gospel
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| Shit is getting scary, new hostile
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| New tools mean new rules its true shit
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| My old shit better than your new shit
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| Like I’m Rocko, Uoeno Uoeno
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| Pick a bitch like eeny meeny miny moe
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| After me lef from Jamaica, go foreign pon tour
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| Preaching teaching the people fi sure
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| Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
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| After me lef from Jamaica, go foreign pon tour
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| Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore
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| Hear say John Pope Paul all come yah pon tour
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| You are cordially invited, enjoy the view
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| I pop champagne with who I’m closest to
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| If you ain’t gettin bread, what you toastin to?
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| It’s money over bitches cause the bitches get emotional
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| Yeah, I got a new bitch bad as shit, now my old bitch mad as shit
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| I step up in the stores down on Madison, rate the mannequins
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| Like I told you I’d be back I’m the man again
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| Man, Pac would be happy 'cause I’m still thuggin'
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| Biggie would be proud to see us living lavish
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| And my girl keep bringing up Marriage
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| But it’s hard to think about it with an actress on my mattress
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| If it wasn’t bout the money when we last spoke
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| Somebody get that boy a coffin cause he dead broke
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| I mean, I ain’t saying I’m the richest
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| But you know you can’t compare me to these fucking broke niggas
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| Don’t even click like on your fuckin broke pictures
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| You should instagram your insufficient funds broke nigga
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| Jordan 5 retro when I used to hop the metro
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| With this 38 special gang bangin from the get go
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| Got rich went broke and made it back again
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| Cause winners never quit and quitters never win
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| Girl, you better tell a friend to tell a friend
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| I’m in with the connect I don’t ever meet the middle man
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| After me lef from Jamaica, go foreign pon tour
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| Preaching teaching the people fi sure
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| Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
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| After me lef from Jamaica, go foreign pon tour
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| Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore
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| Hear say John Pope Paul all come yah pon tour |