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One, two, three, four Yeah, huh Uh-huh, yeah Yeah Uh-huh, one, two Yeah Strange out here Yeah, yeah Chapter one Fresh cut, lined up, his hair clean, it's not a fair game Can't trust how they move, and his solitaire chain His bust down Cuban whippin' the 'Rari truck Cuts down the music, he got a call that was confusin' Heard this kid said in front of that dude somethin' that never happened Somethin' bein' perceived like it's beef, but it's street gossip It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone He can tell by the sound of his tone Next time we see him, it might have to be on Four Seasons with the heaters He pull in the valet, he playin' Jackson 5, Maria Pourin' good burgundy, drinkin' wine by the liter Million dollar ideas, son a thinker, but he's surrounded by negative peers, minds of seventh graders Several haters, several losses, had to get his weight up "Happy belated gorgeous", he sent the text to his ex Her tattooed chest where her necklace rest, she covered his name Letras de cancionesThinkin' to himself no other girl could love him the same She replied, "We still celebratin', come out to Spain" He jumped right on the plane He had bright orange leather luggage when he arrived At the world's oldest restaurant since 1725, Madrid was live Lookin' in this woman's eyes Lookin' where his name used to be now covered with butterflies had a few Spanish connects from touchin' pies Just to summarize, he knew a couple guys who had a couple ties To make that shipment touchdown safe Secured the situation, told shorty, "I'm out, bae" End of Chapter one Chapter two Nigga plottin' on the plane, crunchin' the numbers Thinkin' how this move gonna help him fuck up the summer Told his dog who to meet and what he pickin' up from him Dog said, "We solid, I got you, nigga, we bubblin'" Since Jamella out in Queens used to have him living lovely She sat down it didn't sing, she got out, he had her comfy Thinkin' 'bout coppin' that fly estate with five acres Three hours from JFK, watching Knicks versus Lakers When the game was over, he dozed off When he landed, his man wouldn't answer his phone calls Did he take it or is he locked behind a stone wall? Did the Feds wait in undercover patrol cars? Tried to tell himself not to panic, don't go so far But what's the law of averages when you done broke laws? He had to do the math on this, he can't take no loss Keepin' his poise At the end of the day, he know that he can trust in his boy Chapter three Baggage claim, hurry the fuck up Askin' TSA, "Is that conveyor belt stuck or what? What's the delay?" Satan's work, hopin' the devil don't fuck up his day He had to factor in the facts when it came to the play He remembered his face last time he was loadin' the safe Heard him say, "You ain't the only rich nigga who in this place" Fuck tryna relax He had to pull up everywhere that this nigga be at Said, "It ain't like my nigga, know he ain't dip with the stash" Hold on, I'm almost at the climax Shots ring out, soundin' like some loud hi-hats His dog got popped at the place of the transaction Dudes from Spain set him up, straight flattened On Flatbush Avenue, a restaurant in the back room They took the money and drugs and shot him in his half moon Doin' my homework on IG Under his last picture says, "R.I.P." From Letras Mania