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[Chorus X4] Shit I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga I got a, lil' brother cookin' quarters [Verse 1] I got a new trapper Vel Doston nigga Nigga front there be some birds and I ain't callin' nigga Straight gorilla, extortion niggas know what's up All black Grandville cruise, nobody noticed us I raced ahead in the last leg Conspiracy was alaised by the last FEDS I was acquitted in the last case Got my weight up I refuse to be in last place [Chorus X4] [Verse 2] Pyrex fulla that raw, cookin' that hard, cut it to rocks Shred the script and flood the block I got a couple ki's in Charleston nigga A bad breezy up in Boston stalk a nigga I got a safe house in Safe City Every rental I rent, plates tinted and it got weight in it On turnpikes I turn white to ice, four or five tennis chains Cartier eyesight, yes [Chorus X4] [Verse 3] Cuban connect, call 'em my Legos A Milton Bradley homeboy, I got the game sold I play wit' dough like Lil' Bris' play wit' Play-Doh A quarter ki to chicken leg I flip 'em like Fabo What the game owe me was a G pass Now I'm servin' off the rock like Steve Nash My speed fast only E-Class bash When you see me and E-Class know we see cash [Chorus X8] |