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From Afar
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Icewear Vezzo
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Yeah Turn this bitch up, I ain't even try (It's too easy) Half purple, half red, let it even out (Let it even out) Stars in the ceiling, I can see the sky (Bitch) My oldhead made a fifty, he can't read or write (Iced Up Records) Had to earn my respect, fuck who showin' love Got more money every nigga in the whole club Hit the road by myself, got my own plug I brought lean to the city, niggas owe up, nigga I wear Saint Laurent, we don't drip the same This a thousand dollar pot, we don't sip the same Ask them hoes how I play, we don't tip the same Yeah, pop an RP 'fore I hit the stage I can see them niggas hatin' from a far distance You can see this jewelry shakin' from a far distance When that pape' get low, niggas start snitchin' You ain't a ghetto superstar, you a star witness Learned the game from myself, I'm my own student Why he got a record deal makin' road music? Hot nigga movin' solo with a whole movement We don't do that pillow talkin', let them hoes do it Your favorite rapper know I'm him, better ask them niggas I was barely even runnin' and passed them niggas Same nigga off the horn from rags to riches I got hitters down on Mack up to Cadieux, nigga Put my trust in nobody, niggas too iffy Glock 19 pokin' out the blue hoody Love every nigga in my crew, let 'em move with me Real nigga, keep it hundred like two fifties Had a meeting with the mayor while on fed papers I turned shooters into bosses, now they bread chasers Get any bitch in the city, that's a dead lay-up Hit the pussy in the morning, get the head later I'm back hangin' with the gang 'cause I'm hungry again I see the hate in niggas' face, they don't want me to win Go 'head and book me for a show, I'ma throw 'bout a ten In the middle of the summer, let it blow like the wind Fuck squashin' beef, I ain't sparin' these niggas Put a ten on his head, go and bury these niggas I'm out in Cali with the Bloods, me and Perry, we Crippin' Young niggas got it out the mud, now we buried in Fendi, ugh Drank God Ayy, Gucci Be right there, what's happenin'? Yeah I can see them niggas hatin' from a far distance You can see this jewelry shakin' from a far distance When that pape' get low, niggas start snitchin' You ain't a ghetto superstar, you a star witness
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