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Cities looking down, bicking it was slim pickings Hit Whole Foods, there’s no more Kobe So I moved to LA and there's no more Kobe Guess I'm too late Yo it's like a Gucci belt Your coochie felt tight around my waist Feel my pain like it was tatted on your face This shit hot like, how you get when we embrace This the prequel to the se-e-equal Ill shit to let you know the illest shit is coming Try to bag her, but the lil stupid bitch be bugging Straight fronting, like rented ass drop-tops Or not answering collect when your mans get knocked Peace to *beep* I know you locked in your box Incarcerate your body but they can't tame your thoughts Real nigga, thank his moms on the intro We talk here and there, but your blessings was super beneficial I hit your lines if it's a issue 'Member how they used to diss you How your eyebrows was flawed Now they all love us yeah, but I know when they frauds Keep my kinship with God, splinting Image of Christ in these fresh ass Nikes Don't front this shit is tight I'm a Brooklynite, skin color of a Brooklyn night From Letras Mania