| Hand off like it was potent,
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| Or like it was emotions, or like it was reloaded,
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| Or like it was the start of what you was starting to go with,
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| And as soon as you started it every part of you noticed,
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| Coupes out in front of the 'jects, tall numbers,
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| Or cooped into whatever’s left that they bought from us,
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| Shop don’t close 'cause the neighbors change,
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| Same way cops know to roll when the date say
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| The 1st to the 3rd, a g-pack could make it all seem better,
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| Until it’s paddy wagon car seat weather,
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| That’s year round, the thought of who’s here now interrupting a sale,
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| Or pulling up on a Citibike and wanting some crills,
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| It’s all basic, Venmo begging, call it patience,
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| Know if you get caught up with them, the call changes,
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| Dusse by the cases, do say what’s the wagers,
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| And please do believe they do say what your name is, for real
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| Call it heirlooms and accessories,
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| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly,
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| Now go pass that to who you love,
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| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real
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| Call it heirlooms and accessories,
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| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly,
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| Now go pass that to who you love,
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| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real
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| Two states over to stay up under,
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| Numbers ain’t matching but you can still make these wonders,
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| Like, wonder if all of these pieces is still shooting,
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| Checking on a meter to see if one of them thru with,
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| All of 'em get to moving so you moving,
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| Swindling a store like swindling an award,
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| I’m, more Issa Rae, if we’re sorta the same Ima support,
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| And carry all of that with me to the door,
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| Like carrying last names,
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| Or carrying a pistol for the minute that bag came,
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| And opening the bag to see it’s nothing that bag claimed,
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| And carrying the calling of them seeing their last days,
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| Unless that bag change,
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| Or carrying honor like you carried a stance
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| Or being asked by your neighbors if you can carry your man
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| With 5 others, don’t nothing surprise none of us,
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| So whoever surprised would kill to come outside and live beside one of us,
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| Til it come to the numbers,
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| And one of those 5 get called to jump up inside
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| That pine and you get to running, like fuck it,
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| It’s prolly safest to just live it off a playlist
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| And tell us how it provided inspiration
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| I’m inspired by knowing that pots really work,
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| Shots really turn a starter into a martyr if the top send a word,
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| And word be in the air like picturing what you heard,
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| And know whoever’s looking is listening to it first, you heard?
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| Call it heirlooms and accessories,
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| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly,
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| Now go pass that to who you love,
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| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real
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| Call it heirlooms and accessories,
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| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly,
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| Now go pass that to who you love,
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| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real
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| Consider what just occurred,
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| All that could be got and the feelings that could emerge,
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| And they said that they get it but to see what it be worth
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| Is asking for them to see off of the curb,
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| ‘cause they saw it but all of them told me they got it from here,
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| Long as they’re dealing with product in here,
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| Know the whole line up is bout it in here,
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| Won’t no one ever have problems in here,
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| All of these baggies they got up in here?,
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| Fuck could they ever be worried about?,
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| Snipers is on, swipers is on,
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| Shit is like they never heard of a drought, for real,
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| Like «what the lick read?, we just want everything lit B,
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| As long as you kick it at this speed, we can relate to all this G’s,
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| Trapping up out of an M3, light work til the Range come,
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| We be out here with the right work, light work, shit is A1»,
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| And so, I heard it all and replied, I bet you I know it too well,
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| Catching a lick is a high, you just gotta know when you fell,
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| Fell into a bag that you can flip into a couple more,
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| Now you in your bag and shit is hitting like you fucking thought,
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| «He said that’s just what I mean», and he got to popping a zan,
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| He got a spot up in reach, he said he got him a plan
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| Plan goes, «anything goes when opportunity knocks,
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| Fam knows, we gonn' let it go, do what you do if it pops!»,
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| They get to spotting the vics, Balenciaga’s is lit,
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| They in the spot with the stick, like «ayo they got it to give,
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| So ayo they gotta get got», they get to rolling and rocking the spot,
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| Do it and get in and out with the grips,
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| Neighbors is watching the property drop,
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| Snaps is litty, mixing the Dusse with Henny,
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| Hammers tucked under the Fendi, neighborhood know you get busy,
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| But that neighborhood ain’t a gimmie, it ain’t been yours in a while tho,
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| Same custi’s on citibike’s is pointing out pictures with 5−0,
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| And all of the change that you saw
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| That you igged cause you thought
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| Would never change how you’re on, is everything you knew par,
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| It’s everything they shoot for, based on what you’re here for,
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| They never could’ve been more right if your type is to hear wrong,
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| Heirlooms and accessories, all hang so pleasantly
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| Pass that to who you love, treat that like weaponry |