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Pork on the fork, widen the pot |
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By any means if you like it or not |
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Malcom X, by any means |
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Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans |
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As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam |
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Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don |
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Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 |
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[Meek Mill] |
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No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot |
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We chargin' you niggas up you like it or not |
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Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot |
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Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot |
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Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier |
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Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer |
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Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them |
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You loving the same b-tch, my whole team poppin' |
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My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go |
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Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4 |
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F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough |
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Bad b-tches never lets them know |
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Keep them round but never trust them, no |
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This 62 so comfortable |
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I'm a field n-gga, you a house n-gga |
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I'm a real n-gga and you's a mouse n-gga |
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Code rat, which means you go red |
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But I don't knock you I just blame it on your head |
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[Rick Ross - Chorus] |
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Pork on the fork, widen the pot |
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By any means if you like it or not |
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Malcom X, by any means |
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Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans |
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As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam |
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Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don |
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Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 |
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[Wale] |
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Malcom X get your hand out my pocket |
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Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options |
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Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it |
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I swear we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas sunni |
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They burn on every block, |
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Snitches aint got no heart |
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Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock |
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And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan, |
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But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan |
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Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam |
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She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah |
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Let her play with the box, she give the greatest top |
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She said these n-ggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word |
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How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working |
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They just need convincing like Malcom Little 'fore he converted |
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I'm on my dean and inshallah I'ma get her right, |
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On the Bible you Quran (can run) but you can't hide |
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[Rick Ross - Chorus] |
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[Pill] |
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Marching for cars, they put a hole in it |
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Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted |
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Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives |
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Teaching to Shabazz that's Malik on behind the grass |
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Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask' |
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Aint better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells |
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Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell |
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My religion the kitchens, papa formulas |
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Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal |
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My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze |
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N-ggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed |
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It's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little |
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Knowledge Was obtained, F-ck your chains and your master n-gga |
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We in the field building muscle while you watch the house |
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And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out |
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[Rick Ross - Chorus] |
