| I hit a dirty bird like I'm Deion |
| Riding through Nebraska in the neon |
| Shorty went to Clark like Keon |
| Uncle got a gun license, trained in the recon |
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| I ain't passing out the offers, I went pecan |
| On point with this profession like I'm Leon |
| I want the paper and the pussy, not a peon |
| Polo Sport with the parka I could ski on |
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| Peter Parker in the park, I'm the professor |
| Peter Piper picked peppers for the cheddar |
| I kept razors in my hoodie like I'm Shredder |
| Fuck the deal, Def Jam Vendetta |
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| Dick Bavetta, I was betting on myself |
| Tim Donaghy, I'm Dick Gregory |
| With better melodies, flow a felony |
| Michelin chef, hit Jona for the recipe |
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| I'm 'bout to book a cabin out in Chesapeake |
| Went to Nantucket in the SUV |
| Out in Rhode Island, brought some extra tees |
| I just left Chicago like I'm 23 |
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| 33, 45, let me be |
| I feel like Chris Paul versus the referees |
| I wear my Verse Ones when I serve the grease |
| I feel like John Travolta, need a Sandra D |
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| I want a town house with a canopy |
| I dream of paradise in a sandy beach |
| Shorty Argentinian, look like Kali Uchis |
| Dressed in Thousand Island, keep a thousand shooters |
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| My life's like Gran Turismo, making wild maneuvers |
| I feel like Marcus Williams, breaking down computers |
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| I be on that, forever am I on that |
| Twelvyy on his grizzly, got that gas catching contact |
| Twelvyy in that all black, Prada boots for combat |
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| Roaches in the crib, they ain't scared of the combat |
| My skin black, my lungs black |
| My love black, my heart black |
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| Platinum in the street, black market where I started at |
| Harlem Renaissance in my roots, where I started at |
| Had to bring the ruckus, 030, how I fathered that |
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| Black, red, and green, in the park with my Garvey hat |
| Walking on water, feel like Moses when I parted that |
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