| Everybody wanna eat
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| Do a drop, there’s a line down the street
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| Yea, I do a hundred mil annual
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| Dope game, I damn near wrote the manual (I wrote the book)
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| Yea, let’s get back to these prices
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| High fives with the duffle bag, I’m the nicest
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| I threw big stones in the face of my baddie
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| And build a fake wall from the safe in my attic
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| More money, more static
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| 6 Europeans, I’m a brown bag addict
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| This kilo 'round my neck, I treat it like a trophy
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| They put in the back of the car, but couldn’t hold me
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| They want the old me, I miss the coke drip
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| But I could never babysit another hoe bitch
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| I’m from the bay, yea the city where the giants at
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| Catch me with a turkey bag, full where the riots at
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| The devil’s in the details (facts)
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| The devil’s in the details (in the details)
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| Money money over females (yes, money over bitches)
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| The devil’s in the details, details, details
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| The devil’s in the details
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| Let them know I want the whole load
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| You ever see a .45, made of rose gold?
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| Yea, 4 karat and there’s no flaws
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| Vibe papers in this bitch, we don’t smoke raws
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| And the Cali bout' 5 grams
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| Fuck the pandemic, I’m trynna buy land
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| And the streets went so dry
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| I’m back trappin' like it’s '05
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| I’m back trappin' like it’s '09
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| It was hard, just starin' in a gold mine
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| It feel good to own a catalog
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| I bought a brand new Glock, and it’s camouflage
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| They want the old me, you got your boy back
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| I’ll probably die young, I can’t avoid that
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| I’m in the bay, the city where the players are
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| 5-Star bitch, new shit in my mason jar
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| The devil’s in the details (yea)
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| The devil’s in the details (yea, yea, yea)
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| Money money over females (yes money over females)
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| The devil’s in the details, details, details
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| The devil’s in the details
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| They’re smokin' to the thought, this that rapper weed
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| I charge 'em 32 n' blues, for half a p
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| Gleeky with the fully switch, they go a rack a piece
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| This slam birdo was a quarter, niggas savateens
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| Square footage in the house, like a salt in
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| She got rich off her regulars, got 'em logged in
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| I’m all in with this smoke, he ain’t got to call again
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| I walk him down, he ain’t gon' walk again
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| Pebbles
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| I did a rollie scandal, in all colors
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| And I’m pullin' up in black foreigns, all summer
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| Run a 100, only rockin' watches if they run a 100
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| Might pop in some shit that’s 1-on-1, you ain’t got none of nothing
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| I’ve been having out hundreds
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| Homie that is not stuntin'
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| Lil Boy, that is not nothing
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| Why you showin' money?
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| Fuck it up, to get this drip you got to go to London
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| Real nigga, London
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| The devil’s in the details (yea)
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| The devil’s in the details (yea, yea, yea)
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| Money money over females (yes money over females)
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| The devil’s in the details, details, details
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| The devil’s in the details |