| Aiyo, I don’t give a fuck what level you on
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| When the metal is drawn, either your life or your bezel is gone
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| I don’t really wanna hurt ya’ll fags but I’m sitting on paper
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| I got Universal mad, Raekwon in a purple Jag
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| P.B. |
| in a cantaloupe Hummer with commercial tags
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| Ya’ll ask the chicks who wrap the bricks
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| I’m out to give Harlem, a quick flashback of Rich
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| I’m blow like C4, burn up be more
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| Layin' that Cheetah, next day in a G4
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| Think like a veteran, choppin' and measurin'
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| Always got a way, but God got eleven in
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| Little kids follow me, women, they acknowledge me
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| New year, new rules, and a new policy
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| Posta good, Posta hood, Posta real, Posta do what Posta could
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| P.B. |
| stay blowin' a stink
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| When the girls give me a hug, they all smell the dro on the mink
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| Go line for line, dart for dart, heart to heart
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| We layin' on top of charts
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| See me buggin on Melrose, low top shell toes
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| Suede addition, U.S. don’t sell those
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| Posta hot, Posta not, did Posta flop?
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| Please get off of, of Posta cock
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| OK? |
| Ya’ll little chumps roll out the red carpet
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| For the Postaboy, man, I got Uncle Rae with me
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| Raekwon the Chef, is in the building
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| Might wanna holla!
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| Catch me at a Balley convention, sweater look, worth the money
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| Auctionin' and buy me a building
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| Matter fact niggas, might try to bubble in it
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| You know, the X.T. |
| Click, niggas fell in love with it
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| Jumpin' out of Akademic jumpers, Nike pumps, jewelry down
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| G’in' like Trump, sweetie, you drunk
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| Position my thoughts, heavy loss
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| Root for the Maybach, one for your girl, you write it off
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| With the new color, only six made, we in the world, like
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| Whatever we rockin', that’s on the trade
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| Whata’s the verdict? |
| It’s murder, we preserve, niggas
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| Automatic birds, hang gun hammers, grenades, got words on you
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| Swerve on you, browsin', all through your housing
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| Jakes stop me, try to take forty thousand
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| Playin' it kid, you won’t make a thousand
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| Yeah, the Larry Davis version, force to build Shaolin
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| But now my time, has come
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| And time, time, is not on you side |