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[Intro] |
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You rock to me? |
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You ROCK to ME? |
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You address me in the form of rap |
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There ain't a MC that can see him |
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They take me out, see my ghost in the Colosseum |
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I bring you these doors while I'm proceeding |
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Fog up the Deagan, major ************ smoke, screaming |
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I've been sent here, the style I'm kicking next year |
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2000 on my sweat ware meanwhile I never slept, yeah! |
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Wilding out on jet gear |
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True violent, you get left here |
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More sour dreams, see my respect clear |
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Tossing CVs, Fri************ee the fresh pair |
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Million dollar Mami, probably have her later |
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The killers on your hottie, body South Jamaica |
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************, shoddies, 2 0 12, party like the mayor |
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The dummy gave me a shot, now I'mma play her |
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Play your cards right, you'll eat with the God |
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It's complicated, thousand features involved |
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They money hungry and my sneakers a prob' |
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(Pen?) spraying, on the beach with your broad |
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The slutty crew came |
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Each and every popping |
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To meet with the mob |
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Hero in a hoodie, hard to dodging attention |
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The leader of your lynching |
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Down on the benches |
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Hard days spending every night like it's a party |
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Chip on my Fendi shoulder, take it out on everybody |
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Back off vacation and you're hella sloppy |
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Don't ever spar me, that's grim |
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Take out who led the army |
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King lifting up the world, got your queen to spot me |
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You living shady to see my vision, you need Versace |
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I start my morning off with three Vanillas |
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They rolling up for me, not even jealous |
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Rhymes the energy, son of a heedless marriage |
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Tell the ******s, I rule them |
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School them, they need the credits |
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Who knew I'd be attending.. gym in a Yank fitted? |
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Got my first check, Usain Bolt to the bank with it |
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Shorty with me, Banks hit it |
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Drop split, plank visits |
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Back to where you'll never go, rebel living to great limits |
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This A.O.N., dawg, I got to win |
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Time to bring this mother****** down again |
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I see you up, yeah ******, F.N.O |
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Getting faded everyday cause you never know |
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I need my liver, I could never die |
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Southside ******s, got to let us by |
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Rich anyway, Money by any means |
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Back to doing my thing |
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Signing the ****** out, Queens |
