feat. French Montana
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Look how far I done got, they wanna get like me
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Realest motherfucker ever, dawg, I just might be
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Couple ladies on my right, and on my left like three
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Think I'm high as you can go, give me death by weed
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I'd rather settle my success than be depressed by greed
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I'm doin more than triple on em, nothing less, top speed
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I'm doin all the sugars on em, I'm the best, buy weed
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Eight at my table and the rest Dom P
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Born to be on top, I won't stop until my respect paid
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New York City love me, I've been rapping for a decade
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It's spending money season, though I ball out every check, mate
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Came a long way from prayin to God that my cassete play
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They throwin pussy at me, I catch it with one hand
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Toss it, hot potato, while I lay low with the fam
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Today I'm on the creep, 90K on my sedan
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Countin down the days they let my ace up out the can
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[Hook]
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Marksman, lay it down, I don't love her
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Yeah, I've got a thing for victory and money by the color
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Shorty said she want to have me, she can have the rubber
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Nigga can you dig that? Cause I ain't never dug her
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I'm a cold motherfucker, I do it for the gutter
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I can't wait to let her go, and you're the one to cuff her
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I'm stuntin on them chumps, let them niggas suffer
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I'm a cold motherfucker
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I be talkin to them bitches like I'm Pepe King
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Bitch back up, money stack up like 8'10
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Soccer boy, kick your bitch out with a scissor kick
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I be stackin green, nigga, on some lizard shit
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Wrist rocked up nigga, on some blizzard shit
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Tell your bitch protect her neck on some RZA shit
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Hoppin out that window, that chain out, that MAC out
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They told me bring my chain out, New York City is blacked out
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I said it's blacked out, don't make me back out
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Hundred rounds of clips, smiling
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Don't make me bring that mask out
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I've got a Banks truck in my back pocket
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9,000 watts on my chain, where's the socket?
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I've got them 8 balls, nigga, where's the pocket? What you got?
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I've got them 8 balls, nigga, where's the pocket?
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Suicide doors, think a nigga gone crazy
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Dirty Sprite poured, think it got me moving lazy
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[Hook]
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Marksman, lay it down, I don't love her
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Yeah, I've got a thing for victory and money by the color
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Shorty said she want to have me, she can have the rubber
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Nigga can you dig that? Cause I ain't never dug her
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I'm a cold motherfucker, I do it for the gutter
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I can't wait to let her go, and you're the one to cuff her
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I'm stuntin on them chumps, let them niggas suffer
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I'm a cold motherfucker
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Platinum spaceships spill out on my scene, shit
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Karate kid, put a bitch out with the clean kick
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Purple weed and yellow bitches make my brain tick
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Royal light blue colors, peep my aura as my chain hits
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He can add a 0 or just calm my ego
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They think I'm cheating with the raps..
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I'll give up all I've got before I starve my people
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Nigga your skin thin as Hell you let the bargains reach you
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She cool as hell, I drop her off she back to snotty
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I've got a chick to tap for every tattoo on my body
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Pick a model, she gonn top me down
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Backstreet or the lobby
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Every finger rocky now, athlete when I party
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Catch me rollin out Maserati
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Pockets holding out... endo, probably
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Look at how she poke it out, she wanna pop me
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I sat her down an broke em out ungh, sloppy
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[Hook]
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Marksman, lay it down, I don't love her
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Yeah, I've got a thing for victory and money by the color
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Shorty said she want to have me, she can have the rubber
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Nigga can you dig that? Cause I ain't never dug her
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I'm a cold motherfucker, I do it for the gutter
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I can't wait to let her go, and you're the one to cuff her
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I'm stuntin on them chumps, let them niggas suffer
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I'm a cold motherfucker.
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Can U Dig It
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Lloyd Banks |