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Drill For Oil
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I am God sent, I am block sent I ain't talkin' funny, this a New York accent It's a dirty business but we paying taxes Bitch we drill for oil, get the spoils, lavish I got intuition but got schooled on madness Now you see me, now you don't, don't make me flash shit, woah Like I'm reminiscing, I will walk right past you Life is not a trick to me, it's doing magic Stash the bread, duck the Feds, find rivers for your dirty pistols On Dee's chessboard, not Bobby Fischer's On social networks like I'm Rowdy Rebel Lined up on LinkedIn, do it professional One man job, I don't do assistance Not in no gang, but respect ridiculous Go from Brooklyn to Harlem to Bronx Too much gifts to fit up in a box with it With the block rippers, we buy when thе stocks dipping, we bulls like Scott Pippen Ayy, shot givеr, crop reaper I see everything from a bald eagle Heal everything like there's no evil I am big bro to some old people Do it my way like I'm Carlito, whisper business I'm the padrino Read between the lines like a palm reader It's your time to go whenever God needs you Vamoose, I'm proof, but still slummin' stacking my loot Undying knowledge in my kufi, undying love for my troops No tolerance for that laziness, no fornicate with that paying rent We buying shit, when skull get steamy we frying shit See a crease in defense then iron shit Survival guide for my biases, I ain't proud of it You work in circles, we trying shit You getting dizzy, I'm dying rich, yo Growth spurt, Olympic winner when the pole work, no church We all sinners but I soul search It gets chilly it's a cold world, old world, whole world See the ant farm in the woodworks See the Merc', see the merch flying, that's a good shirt Silly boy I cyanide ties Know you're marrying death when you out flirting with that pride, guy Trenchcoat like a wise guy my guy Say, “Hi” on the drive-by my guy Get tight when the darkness rise Long necks on the weapon leave you ostracized Do wrong, then pay tithes I'm a sore loser, break ties Bro was facing 25-to-life, I asked him how we survived alright, he said “God” I am God sent, I am block sent I ain't talkin funny, this a New York accent It's a dirty business but we paying taxes Bitch we drill for oil, get the spoils, lavish I got intuition but got schooled on madness Now you see me, now you don't, don't make me flash shit, woah Like I'm reminiscing, I will walk right past you Life is not a trick to me, it's doing I can hit them with that “Synonyms of Strength”, body builder You ain't hear me walking like this in a minute I can feel the pressure I am not regular, I can get sentimental But I can send the metal through you tryna screw with the decimals I can move the haikus Shooting five through, seven through you, ‘nother five through you Bob Ross now you Caillou'ing Ha-ha-ha, I'm drowsy I don't need a milestone, need my own mountain Add the dead bodies up then pay the accountant Word to Prada Mama, gettin' love out in Yonkers YSL on my collar, know you smell it, that's proper No honor Your Honor, "hakuna matata" I ain't worried, I'm bout it I'm sturdy, I'm shoutin' I'm turning a profit Ice all on your neck, I'll McFlurry your diamonds I'll burn you I'll fry you I'm certain you sherbet, I'll showboat your crown, woo
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