| From now on, nothing goes down unless I’m involved.
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| No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing.
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| A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in.
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| You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. |
| Now it’s my turn
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| It’s a lot of young niggas running around calling themselves bosses
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| I gotta shout my niggs Glizzy out nigga
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| Niggas getting money
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| Making motherfucking major moves
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| By his motherfucking self
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| Self made in this Bitch!
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| Today I seen bricks
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| A lot, A lot of bricks
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| These Giuseppes are 40
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| Got a .40 on my hip
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| Plug told me «Shy, boy, you gonna be rich!»
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| Now he wanna be best boys
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| I get 'em off too quick
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| I took a trip too Cuba
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| Met Ricky he the ruler
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| My necklace is Cuban
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| Shoutouts too my jeweler
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| I’m a winner, you’re a loser
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| I’m a giver, you’re a user
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| You’re bitch, she a chooser
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| On my dick, she droolin'
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| I pop champagne
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| I’m in pain, I’m suffering
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| Make it rain, all hundreds
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| Better make that pussy keep jumping
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| My young niggas on drugs
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| They don’t really get no love
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| For an 8-ball and some dubs
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| They’ll send your ass flying with the dubs
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| I sell, narcotics
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| To put money in my pocket
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| You want it, I got it
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| You touch it, then you buy it
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| These shoes, designer
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| You want 'em, can’t find 'em
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| Flew to Rome, not China
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| Big Dog, you a minor
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| Need a job, got work
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| Broke bitch, betta twerk
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| I’m high, off Earth
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| I’ll take a nigga ass off Earth
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| Coolin' with my Eses
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| They toatin them SK’s
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| I got water, I got yay
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| Young Jefe |