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160 when I ride by
Haters looking at me, through they side eye
Cause I be doing the most
Riding in the ghost
You f**ing with the master
You f**ing with the master
You f**ing with the master
In that white ghost, I call that b**h Casper
[Master P]
Street n***az, I'm your antidote
f** bad b**hes, eat a lot of cantaloup
Uh, country boy with my Ray-Bans
Tell a motherf**er in my ear, it go bang mayn
From the hood, but a n***a made a lot of money
Moved to California, cause the sh** hella-sunny
Couple of chubby rappers, even some snow bunnies
But a n***a like me, keep it one hunnid
f** a 401K, I got a mill plan
R.I.P. to all them n***az, that I know got k**ed man
I'm on the block 45, and I keep it co*ked
I'm a outlaw, n***a call me 2Pac
I'm a pharmacist, work in my tube socks
I got two chains, and I got two glocks
Rasta' man, deliver and I smoke weed
All my bad b**hes, get em from overseas
75 million sold, I ain't done yet
Came back to the game, ask em where the blunt at
Any moment, they ain't wanna front that
Call a n***a Michael J., sh** it's a come back
In that white b**h, call that b**h Casper
White folks see me, and they call a n***a master
I got a lot of paper, and I made a lot of change
But it's alright motherf**er, I'd never change the Gift
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[Romeo]
You now f**ing with the master's son
Hip-Hop royalty, ask what's up
Boy touch me, it's a ma**acre
I got your baby mama screaming, I got asthma
Put the ghost on a yacht, to take it overseas
Hundred M's in a swisha, to a hundred ki's
To keep it real, I ain't gotta work again n***a
That's why I come on these rap tracks, occasionally
At the age of 10, I made more money to purchase
And I'm probably somewhere in Haiti, with honeys and super models
Haters I can't describe em, who give a f** about em
My whip two tone, kinda like my po' homes
Panorama sunroof, just to feel cool
Ma**ages in the back, just to feel different
I'm in South Paris, with my French girl
Her homegirl, like ask for the whip girl I'm so New Orleans man
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