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 |