| Cannon
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| M-M-Maybach Music
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| Huh, huh, huh
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| Sometimes I get so fucking paranoid
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| Reminiscing on how them bricks keep going back and forth
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| I asked the Lord for everything I lack and more
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| Last thing on my mind was slamming Caddy doors
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| I just made up my mind, I’m grinding like a boss
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| Dedicated our lives, sacrifices we lost
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| Fatal mistakes, talking laws of attraction
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| The paper I’m making, I upgraded my fashion
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| Everything tailor-made, flossing’s my passion
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| Loyalty came first, number one rule in the faction
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| Follow my actions, came in in '06
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| Planted my flag, bitch I’m taking no shit
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| I toted them toolies, I bullied the bullies
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| I made a few hits, my bank account Jewish
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| Niggas is minor, the money manure
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| I’m thinking like Hyman, Godfather the 4th
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| It was never filmed, therefore never seen
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| It was never him, that’s what these haters scream
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| I wrote the script, I was sipping lean
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| Now meet the myth, I brought along my triple beam
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| This thing of ours, oh (Oh)
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| It’s so mafioso (Yeah)
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| You ain’t never know though (No) never gon' know so (No)
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| No never, no never, no never, no, no, no, no
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| Uh, Ralph, look
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| This reefer the sweetest, got me thinking much deeper
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| They don’t rap for a reason, this is rather convenient
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| Spend money with my team, make my money from hustle
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| Women love you for fee, niggas hate you for nothing
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| Never hate you in public, better let they eyes tell it
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| Ain’t even 5'11″, what the fuck you guys scared of?
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| I’m a loose cannon, screws damaged
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| And I do think hip-hop music needs some newer standards
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| Hardest working conglomerate, and that’s word to my mama
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| Getting up in they mental, get 'em out of they garments
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| Adamantly coming at whoever call up for drama
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| Just know that D.C., Philly, Ohio, Miami got us
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| Private jet over water, natty dread, got no barber
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| I see Feds, I go that way, that DMV shit taught us
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| When you young and you black, they see you as a target
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| So before them Foamposites, get ya lawyers in order
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| Ralph, Genius
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| This thing of ours, oh (Oh)
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| It’s so mafioso (Yeah)
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| You ain’t never know though (No) never gon' know so (No)
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| No never, no never, no never, no, no, no, no
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| The don of all dons
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| Since y’all wanna call me something, all a sudden
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| Niggas ball and stunting, y’all just started pulling on Havanas
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| Pull ya card, ya spineless, where ya heart? |
| I know where mine is
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| A don is one who accept things he cannot change
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| Only thing I accept I cannot change is getting old and dying
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| Gold medallion over my son chest
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| He’ll hold it down when I sunset
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| What does death mean to me?
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| I never owned the concept, I was here
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| I’m just a spirit, let’s get one thing clear
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| Everything segues into each other
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| One thing is just an extension of the other, my kid to me
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| I am my children through history
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| Upstanding men and stand up women
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| I am existing, I was conceived
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| To break bread with kings, and make connections
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| We haven’t met yet, my reputation you’ve stuck with
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| Until we have our formal introduction, that’s enough
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| But every male is not a man
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| So some of those that will hold out they hand won’t understand
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| This thing of ours
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| This thing of ours, oh (Oh)
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| It’s so mafioso (Yeah)
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| You ain’t never know though (No) never gon' know so (No)
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| No never, no never, no never, no, no, no, no |