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Villain get the money like curls |
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They just trying to get a nut like squirrels, in his mad world |
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Land of milk and honey with the swirls |
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Where reckless naked girls get necklaces and pearls |
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Compliments of the town jeweler |
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Left back now schooler, trying to sound cooler |
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On the microphone known as the crown ruler |
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Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah |
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Five-hundred something dollars laying, right there in the street |
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Huh, now let's try and get something to eat |
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Then he turned four and started flowing to the poor |
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That's about when he first started going raw |
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Kept the 'dro in the drawer |
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A rhyming klepto who couldn't go up in the store no more |
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His life is like a folklore legend |
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Why are you so stiff? You need to smoke more brethren |
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Instead of trying to riff with the broke war veteran |
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Spliff made him swore he saw Heaven, he was seven |
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Yup, you know it, growing up too fast |
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Showing up to class with Mo't in a flask |
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He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass |
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His girl is home alone he trying to get the |
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If you want to sip get a paper water fountain glass |
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How I'm 'posed to know where your mouth been last? |
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Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash |
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Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash, to the ash |
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Boom-bash, leave the room with the stash |
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Assume it's in a smash, Doom get the cash |
