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Chiddy, bands ring bells like church out I could have did anything to the dirt route Hunned thousand dollar cars when I murk out Cardio in the kitchen, get the work out I cannot ball, I ain't got a way jack Pure fish, better pray you get your face back Started out small ball, trade packs Now the top on the drop, do a 1-2 way back I can get em to your door in an instant Send the block to get rock on the imprint Money don't stop, over time, check my time clock I'm taking guap with me when I hit the fine block Oversize rock, chillin in my cool chain Louis Vuitton on me, down to the shoe strangs Yeah burn the base ...like bruce wayne Set fire to the city I got my gun, I got my hammer, hammer, against the odds I'm a gambler, gambler Talking that street, propaganda, ganda Them birds fly, them birds fly Them birds fly, them birds fly Them birds fly, I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate? I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate? I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states It's the emy, I chop that block like a sensei Malice take street to the whip like kinte Numb to the taste, rock harder, free base Been off to the highest, bidder like e bay This real rap, other cats is cliché The proofs and the pudding, I cook it, I put my foot in You ain't gotta wonder if we them in the streets Damn right we're in the game like nintendo wii We welcome this life, where we play for keeps You know who my tempo be, jeezy Ferrrari m6, I make it look easy We done came up like george and weezy Squeeze me, says trigger to the finger For he who thought I was just a rap singer The flood gates open, rap up katrina You can't imagine the hell I'ma bring you I got my gun, I got my hammer, hammer, against the odds I'm a gambler, gambler Talking that street, propaganda, ganda Them birds fly, them birds fly Them birds fly, them birds fly Them birds fly, I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate? I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate? I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states I'm caught between a rock and a hard place Pyrex sorta raw way World is mine on my scarface Sell butter like it's park caine Haters wanna see me shashing Locked up, boxed up, in them yaw grees Heart broken when they see I'm in that R8 The condo, no crawl space That's the penthouse, all off beat The enditements, I'm on a lost page The family never tell it, my niggas owe me Death before dishonor nigga I turn any city to a sauna nigga Every small town hit by this tsunami Swag suef kilos, till the feds find me We're wild money, we're getting wild money I got my gun, I got my hammer, hammer, against the odds I'm a gambler, gambler Talking that street, propaganda, ganda Them birds fly, them birds fly Them birds fly, them birds fly Them birds fly, I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate? I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate? I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states.
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