| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that
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| Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Let me tell you 'bout the young man
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| Matter of fact, I’ma let Push tell that
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| Tell you 'bout the old man
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| Had a change of heart and then fell back
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| Old man lived a long life
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| Walked around with a long knife
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| You ain’t cut the white like Jesus
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| That Colombiana, that’s mi hermanos (YUGH)
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| Look at the flick of that wrist
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| I’m feelin' like Leonardo
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| Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle
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| On the road to success, I could feel the throttle
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| That Michelangelo, hundreds in the envelope
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| Tight shit when I write shit
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| And that old man had a change of heart
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| Wish he knew it back from the start like goddamn
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| Looked around, seen his wife on the ground
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| Military bussin' bullets all over the whole compound
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| Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos
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| He dead, she dead, he in jail
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| Everyone fallin' like dominoes
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that
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| Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Simple logic
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| Clockwise, counterclockwise, realest nigga in the top five
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| Other four ain’t rap niggas, I’m just reppin' for the blow side
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| Yuugh, that’s coastlines, Panama for the boat rides
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| Worth billions, and we ain’t even need Showtime
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| Just money counters and kitchenwear
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| Condo with a bitch in there
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| Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!
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| The Rollie’s been the trophy since Hawaiian Sophie
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| Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas
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| Splash brothers with the coca, add in baking soda
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| Goodfellas to my niggas (Yuugh) all Ray Liottas
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| Shades of blue, I aim at you
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| Let the sky fall, let it rain on you
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
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| Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that
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| Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit
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| Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist
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| Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist
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| Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |