| I roll big bank
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| I stack all day
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| My cash don’t cease
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| It just increase
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| I’m a thug that destroys combatants whereva
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| It’s like I’m thunder the way I bring tha weatha
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| When I clown these boys they claim they not embarrassed
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| But how can that be when the girls they scarin?
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| The ladies flock to me through the conflict duration
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| Meanwhile these boys game plans need alterations
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| After they loss they run back to they clique fast
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| But it don’t matter 'cause nobody in they clique has
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| The talent to beat this G they know what they facin'
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| When it’s bout testin' me it’s best to do a cancellation
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| 'cause when boys think they can beat me
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| I help em see, they i-mag-in-ing
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| I’m the power behind the grind, its generator
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| Men lose to me, and it don’t get greater later
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| Dudes are jealous
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| Of my shine
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| But not enough
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| To come try mine
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| I roll big bank
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| I stack all day
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| My cash don’t cease
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| It just increase
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| My diamonds shine, so bright whereas
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| Boys want to be in my shoes but they can’t handle the task
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| Of being the best
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| In the hustle of course
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| My call out for competition goes unenforced
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| My shine and grind go together, they don’t alternate
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| Meanwhile all these men broke
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| And stuck with no cake
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| And when they finally step up
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| They lose then bail
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| Give em' a heartless assault, cuz they tested my mail
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| I light 'em up, like a candle
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| With a barrage of strikes, that they can’t handle
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| I’m the one and only, while these dudes are all the same
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| Busted pocked bustas that’ll always be lame
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| Foes minus me is me, do the math
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| They choose they routes wisely, and don’t take this path
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| 'cause when they do it’s imminent destruction
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| They self-esteem I shatter, their confidence I busted
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| I roll with bank
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| I stack all day
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| My cash don’t cease
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| It just increase |