You know how we do

Roc a Fella

Forever

You can catch me

Skating through your town putting it down y'all relating

No waiting I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan

Y'all feel a n***a's struggle

Y'all think a n***a love to

Hustle behind the wheel

Trying to escape my trouble

Kids stop they greeting me

I'm talking sweet to keys

Cursing the very God

That bought this wreath to be

My life is

Based on sacrifices

Jewels like ices

And fools that think I slip

You f**k around

You get your guys hit

They built me to be filthy

On some I do or die s**t

For real

The price of leather's got me

Deeper than ever and

Just think

With this here

I'm trying to feel made n***a

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I took my

Frito to Tito in the district

Blessed me with some

VS somethings I can live with

Stop fronting

And for the dough I raise

Gotta get s**t appraised

No disrespect to you

Make sure you word is true

I'm taking wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson

Have a major night off

That's clean money

The tax write off

You ain't seen money in your life

When it

Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice

A smoking bro

Who pump Willie Ike spokes

The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos

My portfolio reads

Leads to Don Corleone

N***a please

Ten year feleon

Heavy on the wrist

Our face used

With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face

Youse for life

Sharight

Jigga

I keep it tight n***a

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You feel my triumph never

Feel my pain I'm lyin

Low in the leather Zion

The best that's ever came

The game changes like

My mind just ain't right

We 'gwan get this dough

I guess it ain't your night

Sucking me in like a vacuum

I remember

Telling my family I'll be back soon

That was December

Eighty five and

Jay Z rise ten years later

Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties

I wear black a lot

In the Ac'

Act a lot

Got matching VCR's

A huge Magnavox

To nitch

Green like spinach pop wines that's vintage

It's a lot of big money in my sentence

Hitting towards a mil'

Lip a

Written I kill like that

Chick faked me one two cat

Yeah

I do that

Ain't no stopping the champagne from popping

The drawers from dropping

The law from watching

I hate 'em

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