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The truth already set sail, I'm looking for reasonable doubt The check's in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth I was born during a drought, I was born to a house divided against itself I was born into the mouth of wealth amidst poverty Dad died, they gave me his stuff I put a couple more notches in the belt Play the hand you dealt, D.C. on melt Seeds pop in '98 knockin' "Release Yo Delf" in HU Meridian Bush weed got me feelin' like a kid again Traffic island Gilligan, DWB, accept the pat down, second-class citizen No need for the sugar coatin', you see any brothas on the moon? (Huh?) I got you open, Scott Norwood with the shank, you get cut and ganked Gaffled, leaking from the poking Big bank take little bank, Zimbabwean dollars what I'm holding so I'll take that now Thanks, Sani Abacha, the boy golden Face bloated, wrists frozen When he wave from outdated Soviet tank, don't be frontin' like you don't know him Buried in fatigues, Soulja Slim I C-Murder in a Crimson Tide, George Teague The Overlook Hotel is where I've always been Your frame of reference is Brick Squad Mine is Poppa Large, BIG shot on the East Coast Ain't what it used to be, but I'll take it Idle Boast, Cowardly Threat, flow makeshift Hey momma, I finally made it! No lie, son jumped out a third story window when we got raided My feet never left the floor, I'm on that James Naismith Soft-spoken, unabrasive Politely ask Whitey to loosen the bracelet Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking Hot date? I do the cooking Turns out she stays up in the Bronx, I'm in Brooklyn That commute ain't appealin' Best not forget your earrings Summer heat searing She's dressed for it so of course the streets are leering My skin crawl and stomach turning As Bill Bellamy cornballs honking and swerving She hardly seem to notice, focused like bourbon, neat I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier beats That's definitely not the flavor And trust me you not doing the 90s no favors Louie XIV in a clean glass piece, slow motion, Lee Majors Theme music for stolen credit card movements They caught the most etherous of vapor White Suburb, Black Neighbor I'm high like black Mayor River City Ransom, but the hoe don't need no saviors Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself I'm gonna go get the papers, get the papers
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