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TRIUMPH, Pt. 2
Pac Div
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Don Cannon
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The Cool Kids
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Yeah
So um
I know you ain't heard this voice in a minute
But before shit got weird
We ran that check up
And now that I see shit is still weird
We came back to run that check up
So the reunion was necessary
The Notorious co-signed a Don Cannon
Cool Kids, Pimp D's nigga
If you ain't Team Game Squad, I ain't taggin' ya
All tatted niggas better get they baggy up
Ring ring, wake up for the postman
And crack the back door for the ghost man
Marriotti lingo, eggplant parmesan
Persian rug and cat, I'm good on all the hand daps
I don't like when niggas call me "big bro" when they got kids
I don't even got kids, miss me with that weird shit
The stocks gettin' wops, yeah, my crypto in the top ten
My accountant told me what's the play and then I hopped in
I just put a hundred in your GoFundMe budget
I just did it just to spite you, I love it
The drama, the conflict, the calls to your cousin
You tried to sick him on me but they told you you was buggin'
Real stupid, goofy, smart guy (Stupid goofy smart guy)
A bunch of groupies in your archive (Groupies in your archive)
Old bald niggas get designered down
Get a Corvette drop and then ride around
I seen this game take niggas with dreams
Get a buzz, move to L.A. and turn to a fiend
Probably wish that you could turn to a team but you ain't got one
Not one, all you got is ghostwriters shotgun
The cap got traded and the crib get gated in
It's a beautiful thing, hate it, man
If you ain't Team Game Squad, I ain't taggin' ya
All tatted niggas better get they baggy up
Ring ring, wake up for the postman
And crack the back door for the ghost man (Ayy)
Leather sandals, suede handles, .40 cal on the mantle
Fireplace like a candle, if you straight me, I'll slant you
The best rapper that you seen make beats
The real tea is I'm kinda next to JD
Can't play me, we can never trade seats
Alisal on the leather, alligator on my sneaks
Either that or I'ma fry it
You smoke that motherfucker, taste just like unagi
Overfired the bulgogi
Brick chopper in my hands, yeah, man, I know karate
I could pick apart a ripple in the water, make it stop
Put my wrist back in it, whippin' tides in and out
If you ain't Team Game Squad, I ain't taggin' ya
All tatted niggas better get they baggy up
Ring ring, wake up for the postman
And crack the back door for the ghost man (Excuse me)
Nothin' under the Stรผssy bucket but buckets (Swish)
Seven hundred for Gucci sneakers, fuck it (I did it)
Nothin' else on my mind but mindin' these duckets (Dishes)
If you don't push a hard line then you's a buster (Bitch)
I'll do you justice, blue bucks in my clutches
Get walked down by the homie who walk with crutches
Burberry swim trunks for the summertime
I play better when everything is on the line
Just head east on Adams for me one time
Nice whip, is that a lease or you tryna buy?
You wanna deal with police or you tryna slide?
Nowadays to sneak diss mean you tryna die
I seen you at Home Depot with JNCO jeans
The sales clerk mistake you for CeeLo Green
I'm in the line behind you buyin' mousetraps
Place 'em around the studio to get my style back
I brought the Don Julio and the loud pack
I'm so washed, nigga, throw me on the towel rack
You think you can outrap
Five hungry niggas in the waitin' line at Outback?
I doubt that, talk sideways, get your mouth cracked
Your shit swellin' up like your gout back
This that real nigga soundtrack (Ayy)
Made for those who count racks and drink brown 'gnac (Yo)
Ayo, Space Jam 11s for the lunar new year
In tune to the moon's how I truly do hear
Too many coonin' for views, I refuse to compare
Placin' bids off the grid 'til the true reappear
Secluded, aware, it's Kyrie, masterin' the tai chi
So golden with it, woulda went plat' nine-three
Whole culture shifted for the bag, who's the top leech?
No Uber, Lyft, fuck a cab, Sac, they ride free
Huh, could probably manage Saks Fifth Ave
The startin' five, pick game winners when the stats get bad
Bet I keep a plan B for my A-game
This ain't designed for the live soldiers to maintain, the game's lame
If you ain't Team Game Squad, I ain't taggin' ya
All tatted niggas better get they baggy up
Ring ring, wake up for the postman
And crack the back door for the ghost man
Notorious
You could say we back
But that'd be an understatement
Hand me my '45 jersey
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