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b*tch you know the business Don't play w me like im a loaded pistol Unload the pistol Then reload the pistol No forensics No detective Get the Coke connection I leave no connection Rollers catch me No religion I mean no confessions Ladies All these haters They get no attention Sorta whippin And I got all the b**hes I got no restrictions No a**istant I need no a**istance So official Marshawn lynch In this b*tch I might go the distance Let them sleep I pray they die Inside the coma And we never freeze It's way too hot in California b*tch I never speak I let that pistol holla Fo me Yeah I let it stink I swear it got that halitosis b*tch I'm from Solano We cop a fortepiano No foreign no forgiatos Just 40's and fully autos