Feat. Bodega Bamz & SpankJusBizness
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(Verse)
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I'm low in that Rolls Royce
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My father's features in the high nine
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But I shine, state it in the bleaches
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That's enough to make yo nose bleed
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I told a prick into the studios
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Small with all my proceeds
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As I go sing, my qualities so profound
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All petitions scared of heights
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I could neva look down
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It's all about the past, only talk about the now
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In the streets and in jail, on live, wait us to chow
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My name ring bells cause I dropped outta high-school
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Being educated didn't higher my IQ
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The left pain coursed over wearing the right shoe
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I could have played ball, but I seen what the mikes do
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Seen what the Eminem the raise of demise did
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Watchin' who yo friends like Eyes and Loc-kid
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Barely got a hold on a young thugg
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Throwin' pebbles in the water
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4 TLC, no scrubbs, I'mma G
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(Hook)
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Waddup, Spanish Harlem, nigga, I see Young Cappo
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Word up, that's how you do it, nigga
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(Verse)
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YSL's on, some shells, flowin' through mail bombs
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I clap at a rare form tryna perform
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Want a specialist, cocaine scientist, -escialist
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All i the mind, I will war for my necklace
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Project rap, I'm high, you can bet that
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Two on a floors up, drawers on the fuck bed
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Do it for the bitches in prison
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Do it for the niggas that listen
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Get it real, take his pistol
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Eye blood bless a dart, some call it art
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Hereditary, I provide y'all the February bar
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Gorillaz is pimps, some didn't graduate
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Shooter at chimps, niggas don't agitate
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I'm strong, I'm hard, and born in the good cause
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Bank account like roar, I look good y'all
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What Hennessey in the veins, check the blood work
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Catch a nigga uptown buyn drug, work
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(Hook)
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Yeah, nigga that's how you gon' win
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That's how you shake up the church, gangsta
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I hear you yung Bucky, let's go
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(Verse)
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You fuckin' with the illest, Bucky had you chillin'
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I'm summer winnin', the winner got a custom made agenda
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One of the niggas, I was born up on the dinners
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Ain't love from a killer, in it so you know there's nothin' realer
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Don't gamble with yo life, 4-5-6 is main batch
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It's mandatory when yo fans is sittin' right
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Fiending for my bitches, bams hit the lame bitches
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Not to handle in my blazin' when I'm handlin' my business
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In the Armada, prob'ly bring a product
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Me and Ray Chicken, we about to get them dollas
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Plant it with the trees like Santa when it's Christmas
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Cause I got that work grammar, my head's in physical sickness
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Lyrical gallery, picture me ?
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The realest shit off the top, these niggas all mad at me
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Three kings, jet ways, three wings
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Three teams, just biz, Tamp Boyz meet screen
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Gamble
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Raekwon |