| I was trouble making on my rookie training
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| Ain’t nothing sacred, so brother, tuck ya chain in
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| I’m double-taking, girl scout cookie blazin
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| Got your girl cookie baking, tooshie shaking
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| Tagliatelle with the truffle shaving, I’m done playin
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| I’m upgrading, I’m ready for the weigh in
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| The red mullet’s flakin, the buds Jamaican
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| I’m on the Caymans, a long way from my grandmother’s basement
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| The Indian jeweller, the funk looper
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| The fourth quarter jump shooter about to scuba
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| Blunt ash on my Bermuda I’m out in Andalusia
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| Eat the clear pill like Bradley Cooper
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| 20 mil chevy grill, machete kills you did a Henry Hill
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| Vocabulary spill I’m ill
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| I rock steady you pulled a John Terry, I pop the Dom Peri
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| God blessed me but jealous ones envy
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| Ayo I was Panamera whippin mac 11 aiming different
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| Still smell the fumes in Bacon’s kitchen
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| Waves spinnin, you fuck niggas too broke to pay attention
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| Your brains hang from the ceiling
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| Yay dealing, cops on the bloc stay trippin
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| The K under the robe the grand wizard
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| Style imperial pour Cristal on the cereal
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| Mask on the face like Rey Mysterio
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| Champagne when I’m thirsty nothing less than the thirty
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| Had a run in like Jackie Joyner Kersee
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| Never tripped on a hurdle out on Myrtle
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| My Brooklyn niggas murk you watch your circle
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| Pistol whip you black and purple shells’l burn you
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| Fashion week I’m next to Virgil
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| Dont fuck with me lord I’m too dangerous
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| Wipe the gets with the Hermes handkercheif FLYGOD
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| My shit is some other shit
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| Pimp game you know wisdom knowledge understanding
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| Talkin shit swallow spit thats the kind of nigga I am
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| That what I used to do I still do you seein it
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| Right now your seein it
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| Pimpin hoes slammin Rolls Royce doors
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| All I wore is tailor made clothes
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| Motherfuckers fuckin with me cos diamonds is dripping from everywhere
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| And they wonder why i dont wear motherfuckin jewellery
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| Because I am a gem
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| Because I am a fuckin gem |