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Yeah, uh-huh Yo, yeah, uh Flossin' up at Harry Rosen I stacked fifty last week, I'm 'bout to spend a portion Never divorcin' with this life so I'ma die in gold I abide the code Meanwhile, your cats divide, fold, told and got paroled I ain't callin' you out, just cross the street where you see me Change the channel 'fore I smack you through the TV From half a gram to a hand-to-hand for a half a gram Now it's trenchcoats imported from Japan and Amsterdam I have to plan to keep it goin', life is like an escalator You're counterfeit and I'm the marker used to test the paper We both in the buildin', I'm on a higher floor The bitches that y'all niggas wife I use to test the raw Analyze my resume before you test the water Don't make me have to fly in shooters from across the border Eatin' celery root and pear bisque with some rare fish Uh, I no longer have to risk it Chillin' in the bodega like I'm a mystic Ayo, you ain't never met a nigga like me in your life C-Os probably locked 'em on the yard with the knife Money on ya head, what's the price? What's the price? Cooked the whole brick, kitchen ain't had no light Letras de cancionesWe up at one, though, with the pipe on (Pipe on) Ten to four, problem here was piked on A Chi-Town shooter, he a Vice Lord Why God had to make me so nice for? I'm at the Luxor, the coke on the cut board Baking soda, what the fuck for? The rice with the duck sauce Gunshots'll drop your jaws He ain't dead yet? Had to blow his head the fuck off I'm in the mess on Thursday eatin' chicken with the drug lords Wholesale, oh well I know they friend sure if I just seen the bro sell But got me coattail My first got three with no shells Been shootin' ever since, you know me well, you know me well I had a brown-skin girl, same color as my Dutch She said, "Holie, go drag your nuts" She queef melodically, in Greek mythology Nike is the goddess of victory and that shit's lit to me The weed has a litany, the side effects, they get to me That shit ain't shit to me I get higher than a war drone in a war zone I should win awards, bro, and go on tour, ho My niggas on the west side got they guns And Mey came through with a box of ones That's a day trip to Vegas, we stay lit, hit wages The day is outrageous, I'm pullin' twelve gauges Niggas in yo' bushes, they waitin' to let the K smoke The shooter had to sniff a fifty just so he could stay woke You niggas ain't got no ambition so y'all gon' stay broke Why you think I'm in this trap kitchen tryna weigh coke? Shit, it's either that or I slip the teller a bank note My dog just came home, he on parole so he can't smoke Like this, you can choose, three fifty-seven by the ankle Nigga get outta pocket I'm sendin' God back a angel I used to get the boy from a Spanish nigga, Pedro I'm self-made, I ain't need to sign to a record label Yeah, out on Rodeo pushin' Scaglietti Geiger double-O twos, wear your gloves when you baggin' fetti Who's the better rapper? I haven't met 'em Have my little savage ready, I hope your mama got a casket ready From Letras Mania