| Ayo, started with a quarter two weeks later copped four Os
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| Diamonds G bundle, every day before the store close
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| (Just) pray I find a connect to import those
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| Bricks of pure snow
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| Straight from the cartel, Lord knows
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| Send over a thousand birds
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| You in the station, writing statements 'til you outta words
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| Gave 'em the whole run down
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| On the pussy niggas that we gunned down
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| Lord please forgive this fuck nigga somehow
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| He knows not what he do but I’ma give 'em the drum now
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| Most you niggas done now, washed up
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| Tellin' stories how you used to get money but you a bum now
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| Ayo, three stamps get you a soda
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| Same chef in the mess hall used to chef up the yola
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| CLS’s in every color
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| I crashed the money blue joint and copped three others
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| My magazine on fleek, 60' rounds lift him off his feet
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| My hightops got red soles, dome shot leave your head blown
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| Mac-10 or the Mac-11
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| Doctor stressin' tryna put you back together
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| So many 12/12 ends I can sell crack’s forever
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| Hand to hand for new Margiela
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| Walking over bodies, I’m godly
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| The Ace of Spades sipper in the pissy lobby |