| Underpromise and overdeliver
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| Steppin' to Timeless and get left holdin' your liver
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| Roll with the winners born sinners
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| Beg the lord will forgive us
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| Because we tired of them cold winters
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| Lukewarm dinners…
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| It’s only the beginning, but we ain’t no beginners
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| Hard for you to make claims and say you know this feeling
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| Our feet planted on the granite while you kneeling
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| Heat slanted for straigh killing
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| Stash up in the ceiling
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| That’s half a million
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| Crashing your shindig and leave an imprint
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| Think big and win big, see that’s the difference
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| Murder for that Murdoch money
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| Enlightenment that’s woven in inside the writing
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| For your third eye, thunny
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| Fly jackets with mad patches like aviators
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| Surrender when the service rendered
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| Never let them pay me later
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| Gladiator, the cream color Bally be the Bailey flavor
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| Watch them friendly neighbors, study they behaviors
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| We Queens saviors kid, in here to take this…
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| Think you know? |
| Nah son, Think Twice
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| Never seen kids on the mic that’s this nice
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| Pens that write with the blood of Christ |
| Roll of the dice the way we live life
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| Rare pieces for all seasons you breath weakness
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| My presence the closest you get to meeting Jesus
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| No lottery I’m buying property on beaches
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| Camaraderies with Fortune 500s forming monopolies
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| Pop a cork, Panamera Porches, gorgeous
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| Guard the fortress you fucking with grown men
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| Stone grin the ammunition get flown in
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| This is the COLD WAVE we leaving you frozen
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| The chosen you vics for hunting season
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| Just for cheesin' Polo fleeces get taken like Liam Neeson
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| Blue Label Johnny, Purple Label trench
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| Time Truth play to win while you play the bench
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| Chasing ends like we gunning for the finish line
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| Bennetton treat the rhyme like it’s dinner time
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| Scott Summer vision, keep the Polo vintage
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| This a scrimmage you with chillin in the village
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| Out in Queens you ain’t lastin' like Milledge
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| Run with killers who pillage
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| Four wheelers with panoramic ceilings
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| Front with riches for bitches, your money tall as midgets
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| Crack a 40 for shorty trizzin' now she catching feelings…
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| You know the dealin’s |
| Claiming rap dudes on my W2s
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| Panoramic roof standard cruise, with the slammin' views
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| Toss the alley oop, rally troops, bet I’m nice
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| Leave’em hangin' like Vanilla Ice, never tell’em twice
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| We men of honour, dipped in the all Americana
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| Metal llama in the leather bomber
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| Knife specialist like Benny Hana
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| Turn hardbody brothers to hibachi when we settle drama
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| Jake got the place tapped like the Watergate (SCHEMING)
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| On the kid hopping out the quarter-eight (CATCH ME)
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| Sipping cabernet, catch a cab to the cabaret
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| Steady beaming like a gamma ray
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| Can’t buy class but you can cop the lecture
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| Verbal architecture for that we charge’em extra
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| Cop the drop at the dock and I’m gone and ock
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| I keep it hot, blow the spot without warning |