| All I wanted was my time flooded
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| And to be one the next TIME cover
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| These niggas don’t know the grind of it
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| Far as painting pictures, I let my mind brush it
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| You never know a man till you play cards with him
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| Could even show his hand if you play smart with him
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| Casino game in the park with him
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| Chess table, black label, sippin' dark with him
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| Surrounded by OG’s and old fiends
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| High dub, like sittin' in the nose bleeds
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| In the half I move the whole thing
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| There’s no thing make a sound on every phone ring
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| Get a little fame, they gon' hate
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| See you in a chain they gon' say your cross fake
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| Success is a due, you can pay it just cost fate
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| I need me a hit, Get Wayne the walls' draped
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| Look me in my eyes, I was built for this
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| Got a hundred guns on me, don’t get killed for this
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| Niggas say they riding, you ain’t riding on my will for this
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| If I die, hope the lord forgive this shit
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| Look me in my eyes, I’mma keep it 100
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| I see you fuckbois coming, look me in my eyes
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| Drummer hold a hundred, now you fuckbois running
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| Look me in my eyes
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| Pull a Bentley to the block, ribbon on the hood
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| Just to let you niggas know who winning in the hood
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| Got the Benz, got the Rolls, the Acura Audi
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| 12 mill on the floor, she vacuuming around it
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| I’m at that big money Pacquiao payout
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| Hit Puff for a mill on the way out
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| Me and Pharrell charter jets from the same boy
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| Swear to God I had the SK in the clearport
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| Double M, we’re known to hit your ass up
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| Shooters jumping out of their mask like we Daft Punk
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| Fat Trel, Stalley, nigga (Rockie Fresh!)
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| We the best, real nigga, rally nigga
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| No need to front, these hoes know me
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| I’m Kobe, I’m know for scoring a bunch
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| Having a bunch in the Plaza, top floor on the Trump
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| What you grabbed the whole year, I bagged more in a month
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| Hah, that’s right I’m mad nice
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| Posted in front of corner stores like bag ice
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| I know your whore, she blow the horn like bagpipes
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| I’m in baby’s shit, cleaned up like ass wipes
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| Bugatti parked, be Gotti sharp
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| Like the Tin Man, steel on me without a heart
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| Been with them soldiers, boy, before Collipark
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| Surrounded by sharks in the ocean with body parts |