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Verse 1
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Street Empire, we legendary
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Ryder, Harlem, Thun der,
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Money, let's go get em
I told her, somebody lyin',
I'm not the deal
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Must be gettin' higher than a doctor bill
be tryin' to cop a feel
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Till I look and tell her, Ma, you gotta chill
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The way I'm flossin' on them,
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they sayin' that I'm the worst
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New pair of Michael Jordans
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in my Nike shirt
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Pinned to the past,
who I'm bout to write a verse?
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you ain't gettin' nothin' from me
Use a leech, nigga,
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all you do is buck for money
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Another dummy, you about to crash
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No, this ain't about the past,
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Nah, I ain't about to pass,
I'm about to blast
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Get to trackin' when them things
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till it really happen
really happened?
Hundred sprayers at your door
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Let's get it crackin', nigga, rápido
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I'm a pro, y should know,
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Stop and go, watch us froze,
Rolex on, Audemars,
hop out on your bench and rock and boat
on the entire coast
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What's poppin' though besides me,
me?
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I'm on my way to get my
sauce from Chinese
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You can find me in that Maserati, ho
It's right here, nigga
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Thunder in that lightning, nigga
Fox to your brain
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Come and get enlightened, nigga
Talking about you run New York
Only flips you know is cartwheels,
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somersaults
That's your mother's fault
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Ben should've kicked you out
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Listen, we eating good
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rice cake on a strollie with a white face
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It's all love even though I like hate
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watch his life shake
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Patent leather 11s, white and grey
Took the top off the 7,
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what a nice day
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Jewels on freeze, this that ice age
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I be blowin' on trees, this that white haze
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Bag boy,
weed come heavy
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Lad boy, let a nigga scheme on Freddy
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chine -gun callies
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Team Thunder in this bitch, I'm the VP
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Fucker told you gon' pay,
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Believe me,
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I'm killin' shit when I spit more
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Healin' whips with my big throat,
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no Crisco, shot pop, no shot clock
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On shot box, you hit flow,
top hot, you Cisco
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High ball, no disco, hypno,
my wrist glow
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Courtside, Nick Flo,
money's what a nigga trappin' for
I keep runnin' till I'm gettin' what
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I'm askin' for
You
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