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Making 'em kiss the loaded piece
The heart of a soldier without a soul that weep
Most is street, glorified five percenters that hold the peace
More to be, who cut from that cloth, I know it's deep
Brokenly , ghetto poetry, look like the Mona Lisa
Walk in the building, and G's over the brief
Notice me, the cost its sitting go forty apiece
Nobly, control the fleet
The way it's built now, they know it's me
Bury 'em dirty and pitch the rosary
That's how it's supposed to be
Some of these rappers is most believe
Socially, when they see me, they ain't approaching me
Airing out laundry, that shit is corny
Fearing nobody, I got it on me
Surly Youngin' do it for me
Worthy, it's magic how the thirty fit over the sleeve
Steam hotter than a sauna according to me
And the plug up the street, got more than you need
Papi like Blanco, he moving Florida Keys
I leave it all
Bridge from Goya, where I start
Slid with my chauffeur after dark
Spin the block
Diamonds like ice, keep my spice up to par
Whipping exotic cars that I barely even park
Shit is manageable
Money's tangible
I call a spade a spade, but my hands are full
I know it's rational, how the balance go
In my palace low, Lord give me strength when my man go
You know
The 9 twin sisters, they ghetto hoes on some messy shit
Both ready to swing in the palm
They ambidextrous, they let me hit
I'm finger-f*cking both from the exit
I tucked the Nina close by my pelvis
She felt it
Morals to morale, but we overstepping shit
I knew him since a Herman How they let 'em get this big
Four walls enclosed, never see his kids again
As solid as he is, he'll never water down the grid
Real shit