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[Intro] (Skrt, skrt) [Chorus] On the set Everything clean, catch a jet In the set Wearin' rare stones on the neck In the set (set) Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin' [Verse 1] Aye what that nigga say Chuckie braved up we freed up we read up Before his first tour I was knowin' Justin Bieber My partner need ten grand O'Casse need a Visa We tie the loose knot so we out to Pommerania Rain drop rainy and watch is titanium Pickin' with who I'm hangin' with 'cause these niggas dangerous [?] Get the Oscar 6' 1' nigga tryna fit in a Boxster I had some fool niggas around I had to let 'em go I knew 'em since Biology class, but bro you never know Right when that economy crashed when I was gettin' on And people in the poverty class, the ghetto stay awoke No rest for the weary I'm serious I ask Siri who the freshest nigga period She said you knew before you stepped into the mirror A Zeiss lens couldn't make the picture no clearer [Pre-Chorus] Seein' everything clean through the lens We the dream team had to lean on the fence Now I peep the scene from the seat of the Benz What's the dealie Master C with the rims [Chorus] On the set Everything clean, catch a jet In the set Wearin' rare stones on the neck In the set (set) Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin' [Verse 2] You heard what he said Rocks we held out scale pounds is selled out If it hit the mailbox then bring it down to Boldy house I held the spot like I hit it on the dot Add it to the pot and I stash it in my sock Pass my man the jod and I'll catch another jab My United Center niggas watched the Bulls beat the Cavs from the box What I said is these little shorties hot Coulda been the next LeBron but it's pills he gotta cop And some softie got him off Pass him a gold cross like Nas gave Lil Dog Man I always had my pops so I share it with the block That verse from One Love raised a lotta niggas up Park benches of the projects In that white ever Avirex Put it 'round his neck told him we 'gon make a bet You could sell this fool a check, man I put that on the set [Pre-Chorus] Seein' everything clean through the lens We the dream team had to lean on the fence Now I peep the scene from the seat of the Benz What's the dealie Master C with the rims [Chorus] On the set Everything clean, catch a jet In the set Wearin' rare stones on the neck In the set (set) Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin' [Verse 3] Button up Burberry number 3 cement Jewelry worth a 100 plus money fresh up out the mint Everything mint condition when I step up out the Benz Transparent Cartie lens with the root beer tint Get caught with the strands on me that's a two year bit Me, Rocks Tris and Shruddie we the toothpick clique Nasir the big homie I'm the one he gave the crucifix Fingernails dirty, nigga I be thumbin' through some shit Runnin' through them icky woods in the hood movin' grits Big bag full of chickens so Imma call 'em Bucharest All of my youngins brag about is who could shoot the best Sippin' on that yellow tussin' thinkin' it's some Mucinex Night slappin' in the p-jects Dingy white tee with the ring 'round my v-neck Not a murder in my v soundin' like a T-Rex From selling mink white works and some Kleenex [Verse 4] 20 years since Big gone since then it's been a shit storm I want the Benjis, fuck the bitcoin Superman iceberg for Lil Shawn Lay the foundation to build on Toast to the real ones Don P. bottles to drink responsibly Feelin' like A.C. Slater in this low varsity Keep them hypebeasts the fuck far from me Kush god bitch I'm livin' in Friendly cat when he hatin' he real polite Probably pillow talk with the bitches I know your type But dog I ain't the one to judge so it's aight Pull up in the drop and take the top off at the light (skrt) Checkpoint couldn't find the work wasn't their fault Lost your whole flow 'cause your path was a airball Holdin' no punches keepin' it real tall On my way to Italy meetings with Gilmore [Pre-Chorus] Seein' everything clean through the lens We the dream team had to lean on the fence Now I peep the scene from the seat of the Benz What's the dealie Master C with the rims [Chorus] On the set Everything clean, catch a jet In the set Wearin' rare stones on the neck In the set (set) Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin'
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