| It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way
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| Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day
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| The NSX pull out the driveway
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| Feelin like Scarface, desperado on the case
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| Niggas an ace, celebrate livin it great
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| Into your mind state, a lock front, but Flush straight
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| Over wound ya faith, hold it down across state
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| You know, fitted hat, Tommy shorts to match
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| Lay back, executioner of rap, that bring stat
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| Face the phat, tattoo on my arm, and pack gat
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| Never mind that, quick reflexes, I bust back
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| Party back to back, New York, where it’s at
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| Hold up stop for a second, bring it back cousin
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| Let’s have a good time, cipher wit the Dutch combine
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| Respect mine, that’s why you live the deaf, dumb and the blind
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| Bottom line, let’s all shine, can’t be mad at what’s mine
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| It took a lot to get these props, three shots and almost got rocked
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| My hustle on the roof top, the watch cop, and I’m gettin crazy cheddar
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| Drivin rose, Bentleys and better
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| The street contemplate the terror, the rhymes sever
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| And overdose speak broadcastin niggas leakin
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| Probably thinkin, I’m just a wise nigga drinkin
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| Whatever you do, you gotta get ya shit straight
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| No time to wait, make money and regulate
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| While on the mailbox, sit and steamin
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| Peep the demon, techs were schemin, seen it in they eyes gleamin
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| Sorta like the shine, 'cept the thoughts son divine
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| Run wild inside they minds, maybe had somebody by me
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| My body wit lacerations, cuts, abrasions
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| Wounds I couldn’t slide, from when the bullets started blazin
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| Awaken from concentration, started to skate
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| My heart rate, amagortex wit no brakes
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| Jump the gate, hit the ground on my side, but no pain
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| Turn around and find her comin like a runaway freight train
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| And play you, I see blues and cars are too
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| Choose or lose, ain’t no option in my everyday news
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| Grab the heat and slide, maybe jump up in the ride
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| Now my nigga Flush, he like lamped on the side
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| Strictly sorta Cajun, relax, mind lacin
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| Line cooperation, now to start activation
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| Ill collaboration, from a team now you facin
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| We break nation, flew back style afflatus
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| I only roll daily, wit the God burst heatin
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| Chill, a mass mill, lay back, leave it dubblin
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| Money for bubblin, from 95 thru recoverin
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| My crew smotherin, carry Benjamin’s and jugglin |