| Getting drunk sitting at the table
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| I feel like Pun knowing I’m the one
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| No need to anchor to know I won
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| Take a Tums, you can’t take the drums
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| Tony on the ones and the twos
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| Times a fuckin' ton, that’s what Tony do
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| I cough up a lung up on my only shoes, lonely dude
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| When the homies through ain’t so lonely, now we growin' rude
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| Colder tone, sip a colder brew, this shit be overdue
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| Now they throwing hands, get out of hand once we out of grams
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| Remember throwing bottles at your mans, really tossed it, they
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| Said I lost it but fuck it, I’m off it, I’m the
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| Grand maestro of the metro
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| Damn, your hand swipes slow, while I get dough
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| Y’all ain’t even got inside that turnstile yet, yo
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| Let go, ain’t you seen, turn my style pesto
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| Green this, green that, green fit, green hat
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| Even got a green bitch with a green ass
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| In Brooklyn took a green cab back where we at
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| Can’t see Pat, look, Leppy Coqui’s back!
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| I played this game too long to move on
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| Fuck it, the coupe song
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| Went from jumping on fucking futons 'til my crew gone
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| Reviews strong, not enough views on the songs
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| Bar level on like ten thou'
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| Motherfucker, yeah I been here for a while
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| Yeah I been here for a while
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| (Oofie)
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| We despise him, ain’t a ally
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| Hmm, can’t confide in him
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| You ain’t buying all that bullshit that he trying
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| So you brush that bullshit off, ride by him, am I lying?
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| You don’t see the signs, see the sirens
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| Look, got fly vision, bruh, time difference
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| On another planet dammit, baptize Christians
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| Make 'em Wiccan, like they wicked witches
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| But they just be spitting, if they listened they’d be wicked with it
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| It’s a Coquí, not a cricket
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| It’s a one-oh piece, so my homie hit it
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| He told me, I know he did it
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| Yo Tony, how brodie living?
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| Brody Briggins
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| Blunt, dro' be in it, cup, 40 in it
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| Jumped over gimmicks
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| Jumped over critics they midgets, I’m over with it
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| Wiki nice, they know the digits, what up!
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| I played this game too long to move on
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| Fuck it, the coupe song
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| Went from jumping on fucking futons 'til my crew gone
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| Reviews strong, not enough views on the songs
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| Bar level on like ten thou'
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| Motherfucker, yeah I been here for a while
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| Yeah I been here for a while |