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[Intro] [Verse 1] Since a snot nose We chopped Os Popped Roscoes Left one lock like Shakka Amose Diamond collar bone Swerve pot holes Cop clothes like niggas murdered in Chicago Miami Beach Polyamory Free financially You should see the body on my spanish bitch Motherfucker this is art You can't just pick this apart This not a hobby, this is therapy Nigga we run this You a fucking fungus I'm just having fun with this I live in comfort We don't pump fake The pump ain't fake, I came to dump it Still run with the same niggas I came up with Bust guns with rubber grips Bitch, whatever it is Just get it off your chest like a breast reduction Yeah I'm back on my back of tricks I fucked hip hop, I had to dead the bedwench I've been better ever since You still woulda thought you had better sense Niggas ain't got no self respect You can fuck with that but that ain't this though That wax shit disco, I dismiss hoes Bout to cop the Rolls with no tints, fish bowl French toast then go hit up Sak's Fifth for trench coats Sink your boat Your body wash up somewhere in Glen Cove I was always told to push the envelope It had blow in it though Look what the wind blew in, in Kenneth Coles Quick, pull a lick like a pick n' roll The give and go, some nights alone, run the iso I'm not a racist, dipped Jesus face in white gold I know I know That's not the Messiah's nose, he had wide nostrils [Chorus] Yeah We not run from gunfire Man say ? ? Know one ting; we keep iron So ? ? ? ? ? ? ? [Verse 2] While politicians volley for position I blew the pistons out in the Ferrari engine Calamari's ? ? ? ? Stay in beef, we like Arby's I had to air you out in Pierre Hardy's Go 69 yourself Your rent ain't worth my wallet and belt You may want to try summin else Signs of wealth, you rhyme for zilch I'm buying YSL It's obvious your vibe wasn't felt I pray father for help While little mama roll a proper L Chopper crack you open like a lobster tail These are mobster tales Gazelles, new box of shells Carmels, '69 Chevelles Chanel kicks for females If she real and wishes me well I might cop her the Benz GL [Chorus]
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