[Verse 1]
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Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
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LetĄŻs make a bet
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I know the reason you ainĄŻt make it yet
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You say you set but you ainĄŻt see the tedious ingredients
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That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
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You never knew how to make dollars
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You couldnĄŻt make orders at a drive-through McDonaldĄŻs
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I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, 89 with a bottle
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Niggas jealous of Jason
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Dark green seven forty, no tint
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Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
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Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey
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Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down
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My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out
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Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
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ThatĄŻs alleged, you see my niggaĄŻs a stand up dude
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So IĄŻm yelling free my nigga
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My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
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For what his hands usually call for but he ainĄŻt do it
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[Hook: Victoria Monet]
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Who you are ainĄŻt in the recipe to what I am
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Cause where IĄŻm from, man
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What I see you wouldnĄŻt understand
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Where I been and what I do
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No matter how you try you never can
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Cause where IĄŻm from
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What I see you wouldnĄŻt understand
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Where I been, where I been
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[Verse 2]
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You ever been on the other end of a robberĄŻs revolver
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Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
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Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
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And praise God with a bullet I never collided
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Some did and they lived
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I salute the gods
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Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for yĄŻall
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N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit
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Shelltoes, slim, fly nigga
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Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
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And vintage Fila like IĄŻm the ghost of Domencio
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On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
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Like a old BK gangsta, but IĄŻm the CEO
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Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
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My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
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Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
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In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
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Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
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Break through walls like Pink Floyd
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And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol yĄŻall
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Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Now holla at a millionaire
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Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
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Who to screw, what to drive
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550 with the cream guts inside
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Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
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Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
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GatĄŻs on us, I donĄŻt really trust these guys
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Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
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If she beautiful, the lustful type
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IĄŻll hit it and bust inside
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Fuck it, IĄŻmma die one day
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They gonĄŻ probably make that day a holiday
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Until then, letĄŻs go on a shopping spree
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Speaking for my real niggas, only OGs
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Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat
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But tonight we on chill nigga, chill mode
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Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
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ItĄŻs like we always on the grind with no brakes
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So tonight we gonĄŻ act like we on vacation with this on rotation
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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True B nigga, yeah
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For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
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To my man Eric B what up, yeah
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The whole city, I see you
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To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
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My man Spunk, free my niggas
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All my niggas, yeah
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Club Vernon, I see you
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I see you, yeah
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And Baltum, I see you
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You WouldnĄŻt Understand
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| Nas |
