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The Aroma
Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Stove God Cooks, Cool & Dre
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If you play with Joe, Pona, any of these
Spanish niggas coming up in this game
Your ass was getting handed to you
All the way in Rome, I can still smell it
Out in Miami coast, we can still smell it
We out in Dubai, I can smell it (smell it)
Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
Glass pipes burning, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
I still smell it
If it was cooked in my kitchen, it call it by my name
Most of these rappers say they shit like mine (yeah, uh, uh, uh)
But it do not feel the same, no
Ooh-la-la-la, it's what the fiends scream
This MJ and Prince, the supreme team (huh)
Indoor pools filled with cocaine
Fiends dancing in line like a soul train
I hustle like a pastor's plate, we taking offers
Your bitch took the master bait, she can't come off of us
This the life that we chose to make, pies that we chose to bake
Life with no parole, time that we chose to take (motherfucker)
Handing out turkey, surrounded by all the killers
And all the corner boys got gifted the chinchillas (uh)
You had to be there, that's word to Al B. Square
Foul how I robbed the whole gym, no referee there
Marty supreme how I peddle that dope
True story, made a hundred million off of the stove, it's crack
All the way in Rome, I can still smell it
Out in Miami coast, we can still smell it
We out in Dubai, I can smell it (smell it)
Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
Glass pipes burning, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
I still smell it
If it was cooked in my kitchen, it call it by my name
Most of these rappers say they shit like mine (but)
But it do not feel the same, no
I don't really think you would do it, you gotta show me
When niggas lose track of the time, throw 'em a Rollie
In case we gotta commit a crime, go get a Stoli
A OG, I'm more like Juan than Annanobi
B.I.G., Frank Matthews, a splash of Kobe
Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali, half Shinobi
I been obliterating niggas for years
Is this about a verse or is this about a career?
Ask around, they tell you I'm the career repo
New York love me like when Mitch hit a pair of free throws
I was selling dope when they used to call it p-blo
Fuck rap, I'm just happy I ain't catch a RICO
Hear it, then you hear it again and it hit you more
The flow sick, but you wouldn't know 'cause of hippolors
Before we used to go to the table, we hit the stores
Get the stamps, Carvel spoons, go get the straws
Summa cum laude, heroin diploma
Know me, I get excited off the aroma, toma
All the way in Rome, I can still smell it
Out in Miami coast, we can still smell it
We out in Dubai, I can smell it (smell it)
Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
Glass pipes burning, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
I still smell it
If it was cooked in my kitchen, it call it by my name
Most of these rappers say they shit like mine
But it do not feel the same, no
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