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Money talks so shut the ****** up and listen |
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You ******' kids in intermission, |
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I'm in pro-position |
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And you're in no position, |
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I'm itchin' to close-in in it |
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Zone and kill it, close, conceal it, leave that ****** with no forensics |
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******, it's not a stain on me little homie |
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You don't know me, better know your role |
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Jebroney, little phony |
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Tryin' to clone me, |
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I'm my only |
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Like I'm Kobe in the post, you can't control me |
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Spittin' scriptures, ******s feel like |
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I'm holy ******s know he bound to be a problem in this rap ******t |
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I snap ******, my stats went from average to classic |
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Went H.A.M. and did damage, y'all mans will get sandwiched |
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My plan is the planet where the middle of my hand is |
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Alpha male, you ******s do what you manage |
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I'm shootin' for the stars, really feelin' like |
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I can't miss |
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My flow is |
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Australian money, bruh, you can't rip |
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Keep it live, smokin', gettin' high until |
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I'm dead, ****** [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] |
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Right, Kushed |
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God in this mu' ******a |
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Right, I smoked the whole jar like oh |
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Lord, au revoir |
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Girl scout cookie and not them little hoes, y'all |
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Talkin' that west coast, |
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I got it from my home boy |
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I hate green ****** like |
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Guru fans hate |
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Solar Got no respect for it like a grown man with a mohawk |
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Or a big mouth with no heart or a black ****** with a nose job |
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Just some ******t |
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I don't go for |
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I don't really give a ****** 'bout offendin', just my opinion |
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Ill ******, full off a felly chow when |
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I'm ventin' |
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Tryin' to gas this |
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Asian broad for a |
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BJ and a happy endin' |
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Still pitchin' like |
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I'm in the ninth innin' |
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I'm a closer, |
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I'm Mariano with the flow, bruh |
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See me suited, five panels with the bears on 'em |
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Every bar they |
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Ric Flairin' for 'em, |
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DZA [Outro] |
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Okay, I got a little somethin' somethin' |
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We gon' crush it down, roll 'em up, and offer it to her |
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And see how she act about it, right? |