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Everything Allocated
Larry June
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I'm back at it once again, niggas thought it was a myth
I got pillows in the back of the machine blowing piff
Pay cash for the bill, yeah the conversation different
Copping assets, thinking ahead for the children
Feds hit the block and it ain't never been the same
Whoever would've thought that I'd get rich from the shit
That I learned in the game, man I fought for this
Man it cost for this, everything allocated
Look, my money too long to just be worried about a bitch
S cargo, might do Paris for the winter
Invest a couple million, pull up limited edition
I ain't even gotta talk about it, house with a loft inside it
Another opportunity, my life so beautiful
My stock keep accumulating, you can't low bro me
I'm too smooth, stuck thinking Maybachs with no roof
Or rough R gray with the stock shoes
I'm parked at another spot, sparked and I'm heading out
My conversation light unless you talking bout breading out
COD, bring 'em out, make sure it's wrapped well
Very little clientele but everything so consistent
Everything so efficient, know my numbers big
So even though my clientele small, touch a mil quick
Did it all with no assists, I calculate in my sleep
I'm Malcom X with the heat, whole different pedigree
I got a smoke room in your nigga crib you never been in
A couch you never sat on, you not allowed up in there
You can't hang with the grown ups, you chilling out with the big kids
The ones who think they like us, but really nowhere near there
These niggas acting wizard, all out there in his ear
My ex wish she was still here, she reminiscing in tears
My Benz windows is clear, you see me chilling in there
I'm lounging on a beach chair somewhere where you would be scared
I'm rolling in a brown Rolls, nigga Coco beware
Chocolate eclair, pre-rolls is prepared
Park Yogi Bear, picnic baskets, vintage classics
Bentleys passing, security gate, to and fro the mansion
I'm having, Nas, Joe and Malcom is mad, man they spazzing
Water under the bridge, another million for the kids
Fools never could do what I did, my whole crew got coupes with kids
AMGs, Brabham C's, hella keys but not to sniff
You push a button the roof lift, I left it running front this bitch
Eastside, ooh he sick
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What's up man?
What's happening tonight?
You're getting old, I almost don't recognize you anymore
Last time I saw you, you told me that you
Were gonna go to Louisiana, what happened?
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