| I be in here, like Biggie watching over me
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| 59 be low on me
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| Way I’m sounding you think I just reach up like he wrote for me
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| Pull these out the air, grab a pair let this go for me
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| Tying these together like I’m roping these
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| Getting to the point, like it’s dope in these
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| Picture what this dope could be
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| Diddy bopping like if Diddy out here on the road with me
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| Diddy bopping like if this Ciroc is about to open me
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| Let it open shorty first, keep a couple close to me
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| Me alone and a pair of Js from when he was on
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| Saturdays at twelve repping Pro Stars these is those
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| Those is all they looking for
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| Look for me to look beyond
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| Imitation’s flattery that explains them looking on
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| Bass sound something like a tre pound
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| Enough women here to have you wondering if Trey 'round
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| May ya’ll mingle long enough to live a life and stay around
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| Drinking long enough if this your type cause we be like
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| Trying to get this going for the evening
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| You standing on the couch like you want me to see your secret
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| Drink whatever you want, double fist if you need it
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| As long as you ain’t spilling none of that shit on my sneakers
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| For real
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| For 2012 the only MC with a flu
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| In Jordan 12s, see me how I’m keeping these Flu’s
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| Know the story well, know what we on it like
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| Camera phones everywhere, I promise you saw the hype
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| Know what we call it like, living for cargo
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| Christopher Kane hoodies, shit is two car notes
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| Shit that you all know but some of you might not
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| Black-out Louie belts, corners is white hot
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| But we okay and so are they
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| These bitches is from the K
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| Bad as Selita Ebanks and scamming like Oda Mae
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| Lionel Herman on the work in
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| Ten Stigwood Ave
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| Be the surface Gordan Gartrell tuck my shirt in
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| In it for the dub like the 20s round
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| C-O with a CEO singing buck em down
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| Play that how you want it now
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| But it’s still now or never
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| Deck of cards the way all the spade lay together like |