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Yo, my approach is for inheritance Taught to make it somersault, Jordan child's decadent Cash hours, spin it back 'round, I could Ferris it For when my days off was with a Sloan like Kettering Hold up, shit got out of hand already At bar four, it's footprints in the sand already Like walk with me, I'm God tier, stamped already Like a seven sketched in the brick while Melo handin' out hesis 'Kay, I'm Black Dante meets Jungle's older brother Or meets Phonte, pull up in Ghost, write you a parlay Or it's sound like if Fulton Street raised Andre The Stuy got somethin' to say 'til they kick me off stage Slidin' whеre the top be, but rеp for the nomads You four corner box me, I Fourth Rope death From the era of box Jeeps and "just say no" ads Brownstones like the Cosbys has turned into dope heads So it's dedicated to five mics and five prez Dedicated to all my niggas doin' state and fed bids Dedicated to puttin' plaques on my mother wall Dedicated to the box on the Glock, I had to spray shit (Grr) Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't 'bout to break shit (Ah) Dedicated to catalogs that’s bulletproof Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin' naked (Woo) Letras de cancionesCatch me on the rec yard posin' with a weapon (Ah) Catch me with the cartel, we was playin' Tetris (Mm) Balcony, Waldorf, Rome's eatin' breakfast (Ah) Got his brains blew out for talkin' reckless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Who that pretty lightskin niggas with the freckles? (Woo) .38 Special on me, ma said I'm special (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Kiss the triple beam, told the bitch, "I can't let you" (Mwah) Can't bring my niggas 'round y‘all, all my niggas klepto (Ah) Tie the nigga for the dollar dollar, word to Klefer (Ah) It's Salvatore on Salvatore suit, eatin' pesto (Woo) LV poncho, level four with the Velcro (Grr) Rod had six-four die, I'ma talk, hell no (Fuck no) I was comin' out the Chrome store on Melrose (Ah) Eastside Buffalo, nigga, it's a hellhole (Mm) Feel like Jam Master Jay in the shell toes (Mm) My nigga went to trial, fucked around and got railroad Dedicated to five mics and five prez Dedicated to all my niggas doin' state and fed bids Dedicated to puttin' plaques on my mother wall Dedicated to the box on the Glock, I had to spray shit (Grr) Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't 'bout to break shit (Ah) Dedicated to catalogs that's bulletproof Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin' naked (Woo) Rest in peace, Sean P, Prodigy (Grr) X, DOOM (Rest in peace, woo) See, I know niggas can't fuck with me, that's why I talk my shit, nigga (I know niggas can't fuck with me, nigga) (Super FLYGOD, nigga) It's a lot of bum-ass niggas, man (Give a fuck about none of these niggas) Niggas been copyin' my shit for a decade, nigga (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) See, I don't care enough about this shit to even give a fuck, though (Fuck these niggas, Lord) See, I get mine just knowin' niggas know they can't fuck with me (Ah) See, y'all niggas don't think these niggas See, y'all niggas think these niggas is somethin' that they ain’t (Mm-mm, no) I ain't never walked in a room in my fuckin' life and I ain't— I wasn't that nigga, let me just say that Just picture any fuckin' nigga in the fuckin' world, nigga (Ah) In the same room with me I know for a fact that nigga can't fuck with me (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) Ah From Letras Mania