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Ayo, call me the inveterate gambler who run the Carolinas The fans come, throwbacks, this law and order rap shit, just slow gas it Bring water like the Johnny Pumps that flow nasty Hit sewers with shooters, the audacity Fascinating, appealing, underworld with Wondergirl Dope fiends love it, shooting they nuggets up Extreme criminality, I'm like the Rothsteins, the offsprings All of this tucked inside my galaxy Frankie Yale of the jail, silks, diamond spiders We master writers who dumb out, relentless on the come out Nocturnal habits, the mavens I'm too insulated, this is just a crusade, nigga, we made it Night of the Long Knives, focus, the gun toters The folder's getting over, it's over now, eating hummus and rovers he tweaking, fumbling Gophers get rocked in they loafers tryna stunt Blunt front, knowing niggas'll notice we jewel kings Hate to bother you, robbin' you, don't even argue with us Slide it off, make a move, you noddin' off Drinking Maker's, the paintbrushes, we cake makers Louis luggage, puffin' the Dewey Brothers, we straight haters Farragamo's glass, shoe taze, what's this? Just a silk in the crunch wrist, your lunch, niggas Call the chef and it's leftovers, they eat everything Some niggas get caught in they best moments Letras de cancionesWe the examples, we who we said we was Never faked it, ones who wore jewelry they couldn't play with The ones who stay rich, details of my revolutionary ways Probably get studied, some CIA shit Who has true power? The Torah or Synagogue leaders? Quran readers or palm readers? Witchcrafters or Christian pastors? Rich rappers? Marx said, "Religion's the opiate of the masses" Well Nas says I got thoughts, as if a therapist said "What time you on?", to learn what's in my head Well, I'm reclining, I'm just stating facts as I respond like where the army walks With assault rifles near army bases far beyond New York Or foreign blocks like Hamas guys in emergency triage Extended magazine, now targets off Heart beatin' stops, car speedin' Cops pull you over to check for warrants, so give your best performance Nobody got time for petty in the city of bosses Sirens is my psychiatry office This morning, I woke feeling great so I went to an auction To get lost in a different scene, spent a ticket on art So interesting, a painting of a fiend in Hudson Yard Another painting was Black natives before Central Park You know the claims, this was all native terrain And the year was like 16-something, so could this mean hustling began When the Indian finessed the Dutch man? With opium on horseback, this way before crack We always been the Mecca for supply and demand In every era, legends and this land was going hand in hand, damn It's mind-boggling who we are, divided kings It get spooky in Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn, and all of Queens In Staten Island, real type shit Dying species are real men, I feel that shit, yo From Letras Mania