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Y'all ready? Look like the Margielas glued together (Glued together) The cocaine made 'em shoot it better (Made 'em shoot it better, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Cavalli with the chewed up leather (Ah), menudo Shot his mama's house up with two Berettas (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, two Berettas) First nigga in my city with the Rolls (Skrt, with the Rolls) Fuck two bad bitches at the Lowe's (At the Lowe's) Flygod Got a couple bodies on the pole (Brr, brr, brr) The feds keepin' niggas on they toes (On they toes, ah) My nigga seventeen, he killin' like a pro (Ah, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Y'all think we came all this way to slow down? Y'all think we made all this money to not spend it? Y'all think we spit all this real shit not to live it? Flygod at it's finest Off the top ropes For the championship belt type shit Yeah, you niggas might hate this It's okay though What's livin' without enemies? This is America Every man with a pulse got enemies Better than surrounded by fake ones Welcome to the Griselda levels Letras de cancionesGriselda Without the devils A legend in the flesh An audio masterpiece This is art Meets fashion Meets the streets You can call it culture Yeah, the Buffalo kids done did it They done fucked up and did it DJ Drama Flygod Hermès like Hitler Suckas Quality street music Gangsta Grizzilz From Letras Mania