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I predicted when I get it n***as wouldn't like it
Now it's figures everytime I put in work [?]
I knew I would be alright
Running your town with the squad

You can't f**k with the squad oh yeah
I run the town with the squad oh yeah
Your lady's down with the squad oh yeah
It's all one hundred in the squad oh yeah
I run the town with the squad oh yeah
Your lady's down with the squad oh yeah
It's all one hundred in the squad oh yeah
It's all one hundred in the squad oh yeah

(Stogie f**kin' T)
One more lie for the tour
Jamaican, I'm on track
Set pace and they all just chasing
Fall back don't play, this is not a game
It's wildlife, y'all pray to the alpha male
Keyser Söze, in the office making the lines up all day on your coffee break
Grind none stop, skate from a foster kids
On a half pipe, bought so they smoke for kicks
f**k I sound like back and forth with a b*t*h
Hey sunshine, I don't shade I just off your switch
Liverpool [?] Mo Salah
Keep me in your [?] brother until we [?]
From Tanzania to Ghana [?]
They not starving, nah, them n***as are flashier than the Met Gala
All money in the [?] corrupt
All the money get the best of us
My connect told us, "If you can sleep after the deed then nod off but no retreat after you in deep with cohorts"
Pardon me while I go off
My artificial, like gold Prince with the 'fro on
I'm serious B, dough gone
Got spirits in me, hold on T is a showoff
Did it so long I feel like a old song
Disbelief, this sh*t going over your...
It's there in black and white, Neil Armstrong

I predicted when I get it n***as wouldn't like it
Now it's figures everytime I put in work [?]
I knew I would be alright
Running your town with the squad

(Youngsta!)
No time for the frauds and imposters
I play the lottery, the bars are just [?]
Deposits, transactions in progress
Life sweet like flowers and chocolates
The Wild West and cops and robbers
Kilos at the docks in boxes
Search lights, hound dogs and helicopters
A drama starring Kevin Costner
Don't snitch, we belong to a union
The cup overflows, serve the communion
Squad trade, they belong in the loony bin
We don't have to be British to be the hooligans
We run the street, do my thing, you are Ubering
The King of Madagascar, my first name is Julian
I'm looking for a goddess who is Nubian
The Kaapstad naaier, now the kinders in Centurion
I don't fit in anywhere, I'm odd
You probably don't even have space on your blog
In you must log, everyday that's your job
Meanwhile I'm with the squad on the greens playing golf
I still keep it G, you can call me young Dolph
I keep my ideas locked tight in the vault
Cause everything is sugar but you wanna throw salt
I shock like a bolt, this is verbal assault
Motherf**kers hate but it's not my fault because...

I predicted when I get it n***as wouldn't like it
Now it's figures everytime I put in work [?]
I knew I would be alright
Running your town with the squad

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