| Cuban with the BCG medallion and it’s never tucked
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| Don’t throw stones at kings
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| Unless you want a stone on your grave
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| I made waves out the maze of the ghetto
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| Sparked shit I been hot out the kettle
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| Meddling minds get the metal
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| Say hello to the devil
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| I’m half god, half pharoah
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| I’m from the era of Corvettes and Camaros
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| My circle
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| Violence on every corner but death we never fear though
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| That’s just the way we was raised
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| Break it all down and sell it that’s the way we get paid
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| Cope with the pain, take a blunt to the face
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| So any trouble we come across, we hardly get fazed
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| We from the stone age
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| Hearts made from metal and stone
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| Cold face, never see emotions exposed
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| At least five deep, never do emotion alone
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| It’s just the creed, code of the streets that we always be on
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| So in the presence of the please watch your tone
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| I mean we don’t wanna wyle out on no violent shit
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| We just trying to stack money, be positive
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| Leave the monstrous ways, tap into our consciousness
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| But odds is just
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| Not on our sides
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| With all these hating ass niggas trying to lean on your pride
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| And eye to eye we don’t measure up
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| I’m cut from a different cloth that isn’t feather stuffed
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| I mean I’m motorcycle jacket leather tough
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| Cuban with the BCG medallion and it’s never tucked
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| Stone age niggas (we stone aged niggas)
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| Stone face niggas (we all stone faced nigga) |