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[ Featuring DJ Drama, Buda & Grandz ]

Aw man
Aw man
(DJ Drama)
Immaculate linguistics
Nigga, Buda said that to me a little earlier (Dramatic)
Upper echelon, you know?
Elite talk, nigga
Penthouse flows
If you know, you know
East holla at 'em (Gangsta Grillz)

I wrote this at the stu', they shot Pac five times (damn)
Vintage Deion Sander Nikes, bitch, it's primetime (primetime)
Three-sixty-five rest in peace E, I threw on Tom Brown's (sturdy)
Surround my sound, Versace gown, my bitch from out of town (get 'em)
Out of bounds, I barely hear you, dog, we on the court (ballin')
Call my nigga Nym, just seen some vintage Polo Sport (yes sir) (blow it up)
I ain't got to say a word, homie, these photos talk
Covid at the morgue, mask on in case the coroner cough (mask on)
This Zinfandel I'm sippin' out a glass from London (London, bruv)
A long way from ham and cheese heroes, that bag of Funyuns (remember)
F*ck your blog so when you see me please don't ask me nothin' (real shit)
I buried my dog, one of them ones that seen me actually strugglin' (rest in peace) (my nigga)
Shower full of sand, we do the Virgin Islands (V.I)
Most of the time I spent with bitches it wasn't worth a dollar (not one)
I'm one of the wildest, I took my shit hotter after I failed at college
Countin' this money, my manicure f*ckin' up, I can't wear no more polish

It's money to get, let's go get it
Hop off a plane and then jump in the sprinter
Eat up this dick and she might get some dinner
Throw up my hood from the back while I kill her (throw it up)
I'm in a big Benz, came with pillows (Maybach)
I got some rich friends in the ghetto
Really been to war, I deserve a medal
Just got off FaceTime with the devil (for real)

It's money to get, let's go get it
Hop off a plane and then jump in the sprinter
Eat up this dick and she might get some dinner
Throw up my hood from the back while I kill her (throw it up)
I'm in a big Benz, came with pillows (Maybach)
I got some rich friends in the ghetto
Really been to war, I deserve a medal
Just got off FaceTime with the devil

Not even the devil can stop this run
What you're witnessin' is G-O-D at it's finest
Gangsta Grillz done become a religion to the streets
And this, is The Book of David
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Aw man
Aw man
(DJ Drama)
Immaculate linguistics
Nigga, Buda said that to me a little earlier (Dramatic)
Upper echelon, you know?
Elite talk, nigga
Penthouse flows
If you know, you know
East holla at 'em (Gangsta Grillz)

I wrote this at the stu', they shot Pac five times (damn)
Vintage Deion Sander Nikes, bitch, it's primetime (primetime)
Three-sixty-five rest in peace E, I threw on Tom Brown's (sturdy)
Surround my sound, Versace gown, my bitch from out of town (get 'em)
Out of bounds, I barely hear you, dog, we on the court (ballin')
Call my nigga Nym, just seen some vintage Polo Sport (yes sir) (blow it up)
I ain't got to say a word, homie, these photos talk
Covid at the morgue, mask on in case the coroner cough (mask on)
This Zinfandel I'm sippin' out a glass from London (London, bruv)
A long way from ham and cheese heroes, that bag of Funyuns (remember)
F*ck your blog so when you see me please don't ask me nothin' (real shit)
I buried my dog, one of them ones that seen me actually strugglin' (rest in peace) (my nigga)
Shower full of sand, we do the Virgin Islands (V.I)
Most of the time I spent with bitches it wasn't worth a dollar (not one)
I'm one of the wildest, I took my shit hotter after I failed at college
Countin' this money, my manicure f*ckin' up, I can't wear no more polish

It's money to get, let's go get it
Hop off a plane and then jump in the sprinter
Eat up this dick and she might get some dinner
Throw up my hood from the back while I kill her (throw it up)
I'm in a big Benz, came with pillows (Maybach)
I got some rich friends in the ghetto
Really been to war, I deserve a medal
Just got off FaceTime with the devil (for real)

It's money to get, let's go get it
Hop off a plane and then jump in the sprinter
Eat up this dick and she might get some dinner
Throw up my hood from the back while I kill her (throw it up)
I'm in a big Benz, came with pillows (Maybach)
I got some rich friends in the ghetto
Really been to war, I deserve a medal
Just got off FaceTime with the devil

Not even the devil can stop this run
What you're witnessin' is G-O-D at it's finest
Gangsta Grillz done become a religion to the streets
And this, is The Book of David
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Writer: Dan Garcia, David Brewster, Francis Ubiera, Lenard Rodriguez, Michael Kuzion
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