| Take note, everybody playing the land
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| (We making magic, it’s them yellow jackets)
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| Wait, see money rather stay in his place
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| (The bees are flying, the bees are swarming)
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| Make, something happen out of nothing, we all shine
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| (We making magic, it’s them yellow jackets)
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| Hate, what they don’t understand, but keep clear
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| Cuz The Swarm is coming
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| Razor Sharp from the intro, laying the plan down
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| The Killa Beez swarm, you be screaming out man down
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| Front, we gon' tear it down, body, I’m airbound
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| Death be the sting, and I’m wearing the damn crown
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| Top floor, we the kings of the earth
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| It’s MoeRoc, shorty, give me all that it’s worth
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| Came a long way, no stains on my shirts
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| And we look so clean, but we came from the dirt
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| Down from the bottom, born out in Brooklyn
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| Was raised out in Harlem, but you don’t want no problems
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| Make money in the mind of the customer
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| College educated with the grind of a hustler
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| Too swift for whoever’s against me
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| Linked up with Power and the rest is history
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| In the fight with the spirit of Ali
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| Float like a butterfly, hit 'em like Killa Beez
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| Yeah, hit up gun very young
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| My momma know I, sold jums, but was still a good son
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| Did alotta dark things in them slums I hung
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| Over chicks and funds, we heard them shots rung, yo
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| Yeah, yeah, my conscience stay equality
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| These streets father me, like Guli' in privacy
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| City’s ups and downs, I touch bricks and touch pounds
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| Then get indicted, that’s why I don’t fuck around
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| I gave the grams up, I came home and manned up
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| Put this in your Maranda, your boy Ace’ll stand up
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| I’m not a quitter, actually a great fighter
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| The more you doubt me and hate me, my light shine brighter
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| Yellow jacket magic, Ace and Bobby pack it
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| Get that cabbage and then we stash it
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| It’s a Wu-Tang gold rush, been had the game soaked up
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| Watch The Covenant blow up |