| We makin' swoll funds, we carry swoll guns
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| And when they get to poppin' bitch I bet you sure run
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| We get this bitch off the chain until the job’s done
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| Makin' this shit come together like it was voltron
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| Gats and gigantic paper stacks is what I’m seein'
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| Grew up with kingpins, homicidal human beings
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| My name as hot as the sun in the solar system
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| Rappers screamin' my name and prayin' for me to dis 'em
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| This is astronomical to me your whole cast is comical
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| Singular shot will put an end to your chronicle
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| Sippin' Bud Ice, thugs strife in the wicked city
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| The shit is pretty colder than the tip of a witches titty
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| The soul eraser, mozzarella taker make hella paper
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| Battle in storms and forever I prevail a playa
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| Pullin' humongus cables, bomb undertakers
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| From infared lasers my enemies fall like Niagara
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| Pullin' vapors from brown Vega’s, pimpin infinite
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| Bitches be scandalous ain’t no time for being sensitive
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| Treacherous crimes using berettas and nines
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| Show I’m a vet when I grind, fully ahead of my time nigga
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| We on a havocal rollercoaster and hoes have no balance
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| They goin' platinum and sellin' without a morsel of talent
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| But this is underground only real shit will tolerated
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| Nursery school lyrics will get you incinerated
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| I’m tighter than dick in a virgin when penetrated
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| Rhymes triple X rated, too real to be appreciated
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| Faded in the town for sho', another day and that’s another quarter pound to
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| smoke
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| The underboss leavin' niggas feet a restin'
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| Witness the walkin' lethal weapon
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| Dodgin' evil blessings, Caressin' on my Smith and Wesson
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| Keeping God first, but daily I see trouble starters
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| Dealin' with merciless cut-throats and double crossers
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| My fame slip, that’s when I saw the game flip
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| Gettin' head from a dame’s lips on a plane trip
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| And when I come home I still pack the same clip
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| Rollin' with the same set of homies on the main strip
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| Step in the ring with a rider and we can batlle like Trojans
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| Cuz it’s whatever I can’t wait until the shackles are broken
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| To make more digits than mathematics flip like an acrobatic
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| With million dollar status bigger than the galactic atlas
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| Battle scars tatted on my soul and flesh
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| Ballistic tactics plottin' layin' my foes to rest
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| Through the pain and adversity I got killas to nourish me
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| In my game to gain to be complex with diversity
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| Niggas wanna murder me and I don’t think it’s possible
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| You’re fuckin' with a monstrous figure who is unstoppable
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| The general who waged the war
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| Demons collapsed after I stabbed 'em with a blazin' sword
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| Strapped with the lion’s courage and knowledge, wisdom, truth, and religion
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| Overtaken by humility to keep my position
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| Through my life I had a lawless history
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| And I always maintain it with a flawless victory
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| We call it voltron |