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They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard
Hope them shooters don't plot
Try to take what I got
I'll see you at the top top top
I'll see you at the top top top
Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks
Take my b**h shop, started from the bottom
But I see you at the top, top top
I see you at the top top top
Gaining my weight back, 25 bricks I'll take that
And the kids you like daddy crocka
Cooking chocolate that I bake that
Thousand hundreds I break that
Million dollars I make that
Gat the yellow bone with the pinky stone
Gotta going on, when I slay that
S*ck my dick and I'll lay back
Drop the beat and I'll lay the track
Water hard is like break track
While my back well I can't stand
Bury him alive in the pit where the snakes at
I know better than checks a n***a ‘cause I know they trace that
Please don't say my name and my number man erase that
More hundred year more have to had to face that
Like the cool wind from Chicago got his face cracked
Chop the pig in the leg, and the back where his mase at
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All I see is stars and superstars, models and bottle bars
Got to ..a garage so I can park my exotic cars
You gonna live large, got hoes on the boulevard
This is the result of a young n***a working hard
Give bricks on my face card, a sack on my waist hard
Formula 1, don't make me pull out my race cards
That feeling you young, you see me I like to taste broads
My n***as being thirsty they like to date broads
Things that should be easy baby mama she make it hard
God bless our son, but sometimes I hate the broad
b**h get out of my life, jealous ‘cause all of my ice
Trying to keep my son out my life, you know It ain't right
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