| Found me out in Berlin while is parked in mimosa
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| Eating breakfast with Cali, discussing touring the coast up
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| As I’m standing on top of this roaster
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| Yelling no new friends 'cause y’all really thought it was over
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| My condolences, Michael Corleone is
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| Never got his Rollie here, watch 'em out, you don’t know me, kid
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| But the moral of the story is I learned more rules
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| From moving quadrants with warriors
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| Caught a deal with that new cash, quarter mil' that blew fast
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| Sporting wills, I flew past, y’all corny still, y’all boot trash
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| Boo that, they ought to chill, they shoot back
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| My bottles ready, my boot black, call Harlem head, that’s a true fact
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| Table full of cash, get to counting, man
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| If it’s only off a point, you count it again
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| Show me the connect, fuck the middle man
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| Like Al said, y’all born to lose, we was built to win
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| You ain’t living 'cause you broke, my condolences
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| You ain’t that nigga on your coast, my condolences
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| You on the verge of getting smoked, my condolences
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| Hit him a chair and some rope, my condolences
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| Up in Bugatti, hot weed, loud as Ducati bikes
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| No bullshit, I’m married to pimping like Scottie’s wife
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| Pockets light, it was days I played the lobby tight
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| Pocket knife and some yay, praying this fucking product right
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| Naj, we got 'em tight, they on the ropes
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| Before I’m ghost I make sure the bosses get overloads
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| Paid them five families some loot and toast
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| Artist broke, put 'em up, I eat 'em up like artichoke
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| I heard them getting money, where them dollars at?
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| Broke prayer, we did a lot of that
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| Fronting on them, hollaback, twitter name Get At Me, follow that
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| Table full of cash, get to counting, man
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| If it’s only off a point, you count it again
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| Show me the connect, fuck the middle man
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| Like Al said, y’all born to lose, we was built to win
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| You ain’t living 'cause you broke, my condolences
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| You ain’t that nigga on your coast, my condolences
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| You on the verge of getting smoked, my condolences
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| Hit him a chair and some rope, my condolences
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| Where my slimes at, where my slimes at
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| Where my slimes at, where my slimes at
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| Where my slimes at, where my slimes at
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| Where my slimes at
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| Where my slimes at, where my slimes at
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| Where my slimes at, where my slimes at
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| Where my slimes at, where my slimes at
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| Where my slimes at
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| Table full of cash, get to counting, man
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| If it’s only off a point, you count it again
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| Show me the connect, fuck the middle man
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| Like Al said, y’all born to lose, we was built to win
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| You ain’t living 'cause you broke, my condolences
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| You ain’t that nigga on your coast, my condolences
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| You on the verge of getting smoked, my condolences
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| Hit him a chair and some rope, my condolences |