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Yeah, on God Alright, scrap, it's time to put some facts in it (Uh-huh) My Nike shoe box kept a hundred racks in it (On God) 2010, pound-for-pound, I was the best boxer (On God) The money kept my chest pokin' out like breast doctors (What?) 2XT Shaka (What?), d**ky shorts and high whites Wild nights turned to highlights if she was my type Grind right, I found me that guidance to keep my mind tight Learned quick I can't get paper with ya 'less your vibe's right Glide right, shoebox full of hundreds what my eyes like And a thick thing, ponytail high, eyes light Every day's a gamble, homeboy, what's your odds like? Deal yourself a mill' and still not play your cards right Real life, kept these bars tight, been the boss type Word life, I can spot imposters, what yo' sauce like? Stood tall and walk right through any situation My squabble up is mean, bro, I done laid them demonstrations Told them n***as pull up, I done sent them invitations Willing to bet it's 'bout a broad any time a n***a hatin' Poetic with these statements, tryin' to make real sh*t contagious You get it bro? Don't blow it like that EDD in Vegas I see y'all (Bruh), huh f**kin' off that Nike shoebox bread Huh I see you, mami, giving out shoebox head Can you play it louder? Turn it up Got these motherf**kers sour, pour the Belve' in the cup Jealous, they want the power, my cash and my gold n***a, bow down when the king step on the court I'm on a jet to LA, but I go all around the planet My rhyme scheme's different, but you couldn't understand it I'm riding with the hustlers, ballers, gangsters, cap peelers Scammers, anything you want, dawg, I gotcha She don't wanna pu**y pop? What's going on? Probably the image of Louie stays stuck all in her dome When a n***a take shots, I ain't the one to shoot back Got a couple shooters with me willing to do that I can't wait to get motion picture rich Feelin' like a Michelin three-star chef up in the kitchen, uh Break bricks down faster than Mario Got the ladies fallin' down one-by-one just like dominos, uh Shorty in love with me 'cause of the apparel The diamonds canary, only kings in my family Still remember the days ain't had food in the pantry My stomach was growling like a wolf in the wild For me to step in a booth, started off with a thou' But now a thou' ain't enough, you know the price goin' up b*t*h, I make good music, my Grammy family I love to see you n***as hate, make them n***as envy, uh
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