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I'd rather be over prepared then slip in here under staffed
Dime sack, I'm catchin on contact Got racks and y'all niggas ain't bout dat Bout that, LIFE
I took the kitchen They wasn't cutting the loaf Put ya knife on the chef Like where the fuck the filet mignon
if it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma Been robbin my whole life, I gotta look out for karma
I got a couple old schools And some new girls They like old jewels
I be cooler than a motha fucka When it hits the fan Its time to work on the internet Call it instagram
If it get hectic we gon strectch it like a limousine Ain't no crutching if I touch it then its Mr. Clean
Listen kid, we like rebels See only own levels How can a muslim be a devil
Uncle said don't fight fair Cause if you do, its probably you Laying right there
So walking through my hood My mind was never quite there Looking over my shoulders Turning corners, with an ice glare
Looking for the light switch Money we was tight with So the bar was dim lit Like a flash light through the dark tint
Ah fuck her I don't care Told me that she love me I just give em the scenery They will never compare
Talk is cheap, knew I shoulda kept the receipt
So I play like I play it, all it is's game As I hit another paper plane I'm MIA
Hoes on my line Most of `em 9's Couple of them dimes But all my hoes is hard to find
Shout out to them strippers who hustle Get yours- you know what this about
But I talk too fast And I got that drive Which you just might crash
I'm on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite Told her take it light cause later on gon' be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Me and LeBron got the same whips Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wale rock the same kicks Contract like I play for the knicks
Hermes belt, spent a G for it The G5 ready for a deboard
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
I'm on the phone with a b***h that say she wanna smoke Click on the other line, this b***h says she really broke
Last problem I had a nigga head shot um Say the word on the street is that my man got u
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve Ricky Madoff, everything I deserve
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
When you finish first they hate you worst, startin to see now
Where's yo plate, where's yo lobsta, where's yo sea bass?
Imma earn till the last court adjorn Till the last gavel drop, we gone have it locked
Its funny how they come for me, when they see me livin comfortably
Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
Out in the open, all alone I felt the coldest air Secluded in my thoughts is fair, no one to talk to no one there
There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made it Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
I give her D, I throw up 2, I call that shit a safety Shit is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaining
My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage They gone blitz but ain't no way they gone hit us
If you see then you got it nigga neva give up Cause if you grinding you gonna be rich before you look up
...and I eat em like Bennihana, Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobsta And the lobsta over the table
Look inside the eyes of the last Mohican, survived You won't last a weekend outside
Get awarded and write, down your fate your reported denied A reporter replied, the death rate will eventually climb
I ain't with the taling, see I'm just tryna focus Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest
You aint dreamin dog you ain't living Even when I sleep I got vision
The paper I'm making, I upgraded my fashion Everyting tailored made, floss is my passion
This reefer the sweetest Got me thinking much deeper They don't rap for a reason Its just rather convenient
I see feds go that way DMV shit taught us When you young and you black They see you as a target
Gold medallion over my son's chest He'll hold it down when I sunset
I'd rather be over prepared then slip in here under staffed @MaybachMusicGrp #SelfMadeVol2 http://bit.ly/MmINtJ
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