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Heard you were sayin' shit

I caught a ray of it, you shouldn't play with it

You blew my mind it's a joke, so

That's all fine, ain't a joke though

Pray to the god from the bottle

Rolex right, all the opps are Movado

Burned CDs to the top of my Tahoe

Fallin' down when I speed on a pot hole

Napster and I down the whole load

All these magazines on the floor though

Tellin' me that's a no no

Make god grab the chrome so

Her chopper the best

She made the cut so I hope that I'm blessed

You got the shit but she cop for it less

Got it for free, deny and you best

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You don't wanna foe me

Slippin' it up you surrounded like Dolby

Act like a lizard, you lowly

You taste like a lizard, you SoBe

Meditate days, I'm lonely

I'm Ewan Won, I'm Obi

Feelin' like homeless the old me

Came off the bench like Ginobili

Time had been rollin' no Rollie

Possession ain't nothin' they told me

I spoke with the master, I know 3

They told me that I better soul seek

On my path nobly

I got the hands but forbidden to throw these

They wantin' beef but they're eating the 4-3

I'm fuckin' with god and we know she

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Flat stans, I'm feelin forceful

Authored moreso, tear your torso

Ay ay fuck the morse code

That I forgo, I'm resourceful ay

I got the crop

I got the bag and I ain't even shop

Gave me the 'cedes, I ain't even cop

All that they gave me I guess is a pay day

Bank wouldn't see me, call in the mayday

Ain't validate me, they wouldn't throw loan

Pop in the CD showin' the photos

See me with rubies safe like a Toto

I'm good for the dough

Talents I balance, I flip in a row

Watered the wrist like I'm flippin' on boats

Your god is a him but she givin' me more

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