I told they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!) Still got niggas be pointin' guns at the po-po Probably got a picture of auntie in my photos was you in front the building when she was hoppin' out my Shit, but you like 19 now? But you probably still never had like 19 In my day I had to work to bring the fiends down Brought some crackheads around, just to wipe the V Why drink Rose when Jay got Free he was with me the other day up in Aces Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up We got them lawyers we can call just to up the cases Shit, I'm from Harlem, what I stunt in is up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the dealers raised us And shit, I prayed to God, but the lord never us So we stuck what we stuck, what was with that? I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the attached We take trips to different places with the butler Or the Maybach, press a button relax
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Supreme hearings, brand new McLarens Suede pipe seats, steering this is art that come with no commission Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the Private jets to blow the izzo Parden me 'cause I been accused of male Gettin' head in the whip, and havin' no Never lackin' 'cause I keep fully loaded with em Shit, you I gotta shout the bros in prison (eastside) My nigga Gleem is like a blow Shit, he cook it up and watch it Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air (light up) I was spittin' Ace of Spade all in this ear I told her, like pretty women Richard Gere Uh, pack and stay fly is a part of us Four packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus All this talk, but niggas ain't as hard as us I cook coke at the kitchen, it harden up
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