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[Noah Caine] We need them mansions And them dollars with them bigger faces Weak niggas need vacations like they need replacing I been killing shit and blazing since I laced the basement Bitches so invasive on a nigga like he got some cases I'm perfectly fine with being the villain Cause bitches be scheming from the beginning These niggas try killing you when you're winning Police be murdering people we watch the media spin it Like Abracadabra, here's a cadaver put it on camera That's why my momma's stressing She's having dreams that I'm jammed up Somewhere out of town, trying to move all this bad luck Well sorry momma my niggas pitching that dandruff That type of fire making these paraplegics stand up Then I'm back on my humble f*cking a tan slut I'm too handsome to be in some handcuffs Niggas working them phones and getting their grands up Bitches got your work in their nose You be getting your grams up, huh? You know that I want it all to the fullest This shit is excalibur weak niggas could never pull it We're here every day dodging these bullets Trying to make it up out of this bullshit I'm praying for them dollars, nigga check the pulpit Roll another one, we're getting faded while we school shit Only nigga repping he's destined to make you fools sick Got keys to your bitch crib, make that hoe my mistress Running through yo' district, trying to see how the rich live Roll with wild Jamaicans, peace to my Haitians A lot of money waving, my bitches they come in flavors Nothing's coincidental on these instrumentals Either I meant to kill it dead, or niggas missed the memo They say I sound like the mother f*cking crack era Perfection with the hustle like I lack error Young nigga go and flex, right right Got me f*cking up a check like, yeah yeah Till there's diamonds on my neck like, yah yah They never disrespect, no no [Noah Caine] Never got fooled by any devils in disguise I guess everything happens for a reason and then you die My midas touch it be touching your inner eye And everything that glitters ain't gold But just keep that between you and I U-N-I verse, spit these verses 'til my hearse lifts Only nigga when you picture his rhymes You see them in cursive Niggas they be back on the block from trips to them houses Y'all kids don't know shit 'bout the street Y'all just be clicking mouses Infatuated, fake asses and titties trapped in the matrix Strapped in for the ride My shit a buck fifty, give you a facelift We were born to be real, not to be perfect Late night arguments I'm asking myself if she's really worth it I be chasing money she be chasing that bird shit I just blame myself for getting involved While my heart was hurting Niggas say I'm next but I'm barely scratching the surface Killers doing dirt, then pray to get clean, sitting in churches I just order the rigatoni, bruschetta with primavera Toast a glass of Chardonnay To these blessings I'm seeing clearer Young nigga I'm gon' Flex like, right right And I'm gon' f*ck up all these checks like, yeah yeah Young nigga go and flex, right right Got me f*cking up a check like yeah yeah Till there's diamonds on my neck like yah yah They never disrespect, no no
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