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Yeah, I like this It's like, like creepin' up on 'em What makes a MC left-raise his entry? For me, once a brace left Daise in a frenzy Faces envy with the grace of Pimp C It's never complicated, the basics been me From straight with ten Gs to racin' Bentleys Cool from the junk to lacin' Jet Li Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba? Blowin' ounces with Buddha, I know the rouse the manoeuvre Pursue or let's speak about it, I keep a stylist from here to Falice To fornicatin' at Caesar's palace, balance both feet on the concrete Calmin' me, throw that heater in my own reach From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks Fifty grand disperse, never plan for the worst Let me work (Haha), I wrote it just how I quote it It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, the Moses not for the moment Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that Guns drum, where the loot at? Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lute Pack Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick Shinin' with my eyes while it's shut like it's clockwork Four metal jackets got you walkin' awkward Rather this away, your life? All this money just a fur coat Letras de cancionesBezerk on the beat, machine work 'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth? Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse Black and white like clerks, take 'em to church With the verse, choppin' samples with Doc in another universe It's God level, the rebel nobody could revel I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me 'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell, nah, bitch You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated I rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your asshole And choke you with 'em, I'm sicker than Venom I'll murder you like OGs in prison do to child molesters and rapists of women I'ma be the shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin' You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit This that gritty shit, Brooklyn 9-5, New York City shit You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit I start up from the bottom, man, I really did And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it Woo-hoo-hoo Amazing, I hate it, I see it Logic, that's a verse That is a verse, that—, wow Woah From Letras Mania