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Hold up and analyze Come on, get on, get some Listen close as I prove my point (We do our thing, son) Yeah Hold up and analyze, who want something? Come on, get on, get some, yeah Listen close as I prove my point (Ready to make an entrance so back on up) Yeah No comparison, we more solid than they are (Uh) Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr (Uh) Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God (Yeah) Wake up out the bed scruffy, sparkin' my J Shine my nickel-plated then I'm startin' my day My old lady call me baby, told her, "Pardon my age" Twelve shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience Hear some niggas talkin' nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus Rock the pearls and diamonds, break the promise, break her wallets Break her heart and break her pockets, takin' notes like guidance counselors Aristocrat like a chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah Tryna fuck the world, but my pants still up Letras de cancionesTryna invest, to all my Gs, before we rest in peace Before we rest in peace The rest is set, the record set as soon as I release The room is streets, I roam the streets with no security They know a nigga overseas (Uh) Kind of swag that's passed from your mom and dad Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (Yeah, yeah) Might've peeped the billboards fifty feet when out in traffic Starin' at them naked pictures, shit, you bound to crash it No comparison, we more solid than they are Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God Hold up and analyze Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal Come on, get on, get some Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8 It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G Got my first pair of J's, thought I was 2-3 (Air) Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace 'Cause we sure to rest in peace, my shorty is a piece A piece of mind, a dimepiece, I might buy her a piece of property You might've had some joints But ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen No comparison, we more solid than they are Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God Come on, get on, get some Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal We do our things son Listen close as I prove my point Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy Tell Hit we got a hit, ahh Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah From Letras Mania