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East side all mine, just like everytime
La música de Harry Fraud

Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop
Soundtrack to the movie that I'm living through
In my lines you might find something pivotal
A couple hustlin' ass n***as and some b*t*hes too

Police told us to keep our hands visible
Then they ask for ID, now tell me what should we do
Knowing you could get shot for making sudden moves
But don't comply and you die is the golden rule
In the backyard smoking large sitting by the pool
Thinking 'bout my son man, I love that little dude
I wanna see him more, but there's a civil war
And it's risky to travel now, too much back and forth
Make them land this motherf**ker if somebody else coughed
In the first class cabin, let us the f**k off
Now I'm back at the lab-a, BAPE tagged up
In the plastic since 2004 I had it
n***as blow up in the game, off styles that I crafted
But never will admit it if somebody was to ask 'em
From the rhyme patterns to the fashion
Sacrificial Lamb 'em, in the Lamborghini mashin', paper tagging
Roll the fatties way bigger than the last one
Face, but never pass 'em
Critics said that I wouldn't make it, then I made an ass of them
For the crew I alley-oop and toss it off the glass for them
Set it up easy dog, homie get your Shaq on then

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