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Gather

Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, we go

Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay free of suckers
the wicked jumper, street balla like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you for a couple, roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming CaCa doodle doo
Coke by the ton, rap I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the you tryin' to jacka
Basic ass rappas, got 'em for they life
I philosophies glocks and keys

Niggaz call me black Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to knees quick,
With dreams of being a man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me
Shake the out my wrists

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
I don't Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Got two hot rocks in my

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, palm and watches
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only is my conscious

Youngin', learn from me, not be at odds
Were more than not, 2 peas of a pod
hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
I once it away, at 30 grams an O

accounts for all them days in the cold
Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to lick the
But a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it
From to Colon, Oslo to Sweden

Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali
Now I consider Ferrarian Salvador
I'm no longer local, my are global
That's why I seen distance, son expand ya

Even the [Incomprehensible] Norwegian women, blonde and blue eyes
I'm back with a vengeance
Whip it they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in these if I'm kiddin', huh

I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Got two hot rocks in my

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, palm trees and
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My only is my conscious, uh

Vice, sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother
It's P the evil creeper send to the grim reaper
Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. Soloman and Sheeba
Sign of the times her Emilio sneakers, huh

literature, I damn near died from Bolivia
It don't take much to get rid of ya, a sin for ya
Better the minister

I'm grandmama for mistakes I have made
When I aired family business, how you put me in my
Even my baby mama, I look you in the face
'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of grace

So I place you in the flower bed, shower heads
the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed
And when I'm gone, I it is said
I structure to the youth by the example I lead, huh

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
I don't fear Tubbs and
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, palm trees and
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My accomplice is my conscious

Vice