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(Hook x2) |
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Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it |
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Park it, left it runnin like I really don’t want it |
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We’ve done been this honest |
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Been like, been like elbows, been been anywhere that cash go |
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(Verse) |
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Checkin my mirror for them suckers |
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Coast clear, turn up that music, light another |
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This that mink coat flow, I wrote this in the summer |
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Poolside, high-school, you mother****** |
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To the rules we abide bound this side |
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Members only like The Jacket, I grew up among some criminals |
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Check their jackets, known for etchin with them ratchets |
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While I was just coolin, writin raps, eatin snacks and ************t |
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300 racks I spent just to sit in back and get higher than a mother |
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Lookin down to them scrubs |
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How could you hate yo brother when I’m just like you? |
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Except I did what I said and I would do erase the hate |
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And let the sun************ne through |
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Apply yourself fool, you can live out yo dreams too |
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Imagination can create the truth |
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Every brick that built my mansion will provide the proof |
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Recognize he ridin benders when he comin through |
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Like a set of Forgiatos on the living room |
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Luxury ************t, ****** with me ************ |
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Capital G, there was a nice out, I’m hittin the switch |
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I’m in the streets, 13 inch, triple gold D’s |
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Strike a pose, a picture worth 1000 words |
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I suppose, picture me rollin with yo gold and chosin who you throw to hold it |
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Down for ya but she clowned you’re under pressure, so unprofessional |
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High beyond measure, sharing her treasure with my fellows |
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All she down for the jets bro, no trip and no financial |
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Strip it’s a nest bro, onto to the next bro |
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Find her where I left her |
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(Hook x2) |
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Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it |
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Park it, left it runnin like I really don’t want it |
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We’ve done been this honest |
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Been like, been like elbows, been been anywhere that cash go |
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(Outro: The Godfather II) |
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Sollozzo: need a man who has powerful friends. I need a million dollars in cash. I need, Don Corleone, all of those politicians that you carry around in your pocket, like so many nickels and dimes. |
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Don Corleone: I said that I would see you because I had heard that you were a serious man, to be treated with respect. But I must say no to you and let me give you my reasons. |