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[ Featuring Dave East ]

They gave me hassle back when we used to capsule crack
Now I'm shittin' on em just to pay them assholes back
Quarterback life, people wanna pass you sacks
Matte black Maybach, I named it Matt Hasselbach
White back truck, the bounce might flash you back
Still D.R.E., Snoop and Dre, classic track (still)
We done schooling niggas, time to throw them tassel caps (real)
We the tag team that never tongue wrassle back

Ain't goin back and forth with niggas
I don't battle rap
Safari Airmax in the jungle match with the habitat
If you need a brick stepped on I know where some Kappas at
Lost homies twisted my mental
Just getting back from that
If I wrote my life in a book I bet not a chapter whack
I don't know where your mouth been
This blunt I'm not passing that
I been on Remy
Not shawty that make Pap relax
From trap to rap
We pull up back to back it's a matter fact (matter fact)

Back to back like Curry '17-'18
I figure Dolce and Gabbana fit better than state greens
Lay back in the 6 like I'm Drizzy in Toronto
Your bird gave me the box
I ain't have to put on no blindfold
Logo on the ground when I open the car door
She talking nastier than Lil Kim on Hardcore
The OG came home, he mean as a guard dog
Which one of you fifty boys I'ma send my Lamar for? (Uh)
You give niggas a inch they take a couple yards more (facts)
I give 'em game for free that I could really charge for
Ain't investing in our business, why you up in ours for?
Bum ass niggas, worry 'bout your cup and cardboard, nigga
I seen the devil that just made me talk to God more
Just praying that the plug gimme the light like Sean Paul
I ain't have to tip her
I could still clip her like Paul George
Give out work like Job Corp
This life you would die for
Deals funny as Seinfeld
What the f*ck would you sign for?
After you cook and clean under the sink is the Pine Sol
All these diamonds in my watch got me reading the time wrong
Born savage cause havoc
Mobb deep, no quiet storm
And I'm the prodigy so we Mobb Deep everywhere
These Prada G, I'ma Mobb Deep every pair, yeah
You know I handle my business
You hear my daughter talk
Black leather trench 'bout to cut a nigga water off

My baby told me to lay back tonight
Put me in a Maybach tonight
Bet you Lil' Kim f*cked in a 600
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunt it
My baby told me to lay back tonight
Put me in a Maybach tonight
Bet you Lil' Kim f*cked in a 600
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunt it
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They gave me hassle back when we used to capsule crack
Now I'm shittin' on em just to pay them assholes back
Quarterback life, people wanna pass you sacks
Matte black Maybach, I named it Matt Hasselbach
White back truck, the bounce might flash you back
Still D.R.E., Snoop and Dre, classic track (still)
We done schooling niggas, time to throw them tassel caps (real)
We the tag team that never tongue wrassle back

Ain't goin back and forth with niggas
I don't battle rap
Safari Airmax in the jungle match with the habitat
If you need a brick stepped on I know where some Kappas at
Lost homies twisted my mental
Just getting back from that
If I wrote my life in a book I bet not a chapter whack
I don't know where your mouth been
This blunt I'm not passing that
I been on Remy
Not shawty that make Pap relax
From trap to rap
We pull up back to back it's a matter fact (matter fact)

Back to back like Curry '17-'18
I figure Dolce and Gabbana fit better than state greens
Lay back in the 6 like I'm Drizzy in Toronto
Your bird gave me the box
I ain't have to put on no blindfold
Logo on the ground when I open the car door
She talking nastier than Lil Kim on Hardcore
The OG came home, he mean as a guard dog
Which one of you fifty boys I'ma send my Lamar for? (Uh)
You give niggas a inch they take a couple yards more (facts)
I give 'em game for free that I could really charge for
Ain't investing in our business, why you up in ours for?
Bum ass niggas, worry 'bout your cup and cardboard, nigga
I seen the devil that just made me talk to God more
Just praying that the plug gimme the light like Sean Paul
I ain't have to tip her
I could still clip her like Paul George
Give out work like Job Corp
This life you would die for
Deals funny as Seinfeld
What the f*ck would you sign for?
After you cook and clean under the sink is the Pine Sol
All these diamonds in my watch got me reading the time wrong
Born savage cause havoc
Mobb deep, no quiet storm
And I'm the prodigy so we Mobb Deep everywhere
These Prada G, I'ma Mobb Deep every pair, yeah
You know I handle my business
You hear my daughter talk
Black leather trench 'bout to cut a nigga water off

My baby told me to lay back tonight
Put me in a Maybach tonight
Bet you Lil' Kim f*cked in a 600
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunt it
My baby told me to lay back tonight
Put me in a Maybach tonight
Bet you Lil' Kim f*cked in a 600
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunt it
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Writer: John David Jackson, Carl McIntosh, Christopher Darnell Cook, David Brewster, Jane Eugene, Steve Orlando Nichol
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