| I’m watching niggas hustle in their disguise suits
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| Nodding my head like I see what I gotta do
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| Flew to Korea for dope and need a lot of it, too
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| Ask who I be, who I know, don’t worry 'bout it, it’s cool
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| Cocaine mover, marry your gang super
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| Break a brick for a coin while ducking these cane coopers
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| Alexander McQueen pumas, complimenting the bad
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| Alligator of me and you
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| Lean on jewelers, tint shooter in great form
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| Usually acting up with Chris more than state farm
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| Close to bag up the pills, smoke till the shake gone
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| Black copy, that Akon, get blacked on with that A on
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| My African send me numbers that never fail
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| You want your block cutting throats, take in whoever sells
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| I don’t care of whoever sells
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| Get the word, I got a squid for whoever sells
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| In and out of lanes, quick to pill of
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| Took a bus up the Main, knick your pills off
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| Break your name, cut the shell off
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| Bring them ten or the deal off
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| They ain’t putting up with the guard
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| Then when you have for not putting money up in the jar
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| From the bottom, got my money up with the heart
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| The next play was to cut 'em, we huddled up in the yard
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| I sell the brand like it’s Pepsi, yeah, no soda can, but the fast beat
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| I’ve been the man since my 12 speak
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| Self G’s with a full set when I held keys
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| Child please, I’m focusing on who ain’t pay
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| Never pass the coke, only think gray A
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| Six flags that’s six gangs like grade A
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| Don’t get hanged or get dragged, it ain’t late
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| Talking practice, shoot any, I aim, shot 'em
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| Army jacket blue Yankees with grey bottoms
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| You ain’t me if you ain’t hollow
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| I know who hating, I straight got 'em
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| Niggas telling me «V, your time coming»
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| Just make sure it’s the sky dweller, no ice on it
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| Fly fellow, your wife on it
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| Dangling hard, top Margiellas like Nikes, homie |