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Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hold on, where do you think you're going, pal?
Nah, we got to check the qualifications
Now we've got to see some of credentials, please
We got to look everything over first
You're on whose list?
Not really sure, you're qualified on the subject
Alright, stand over here for a minute
Whoa
Tatted like a sad boy, formerly a brown bag boy
Now I paid a tab like I'm in a tabloid
Take, making mad noise, knew my deck, I shit
Plug like CVS, even let the pepas flip
Came through, San Juan with a bombshell
Still link your bitch, pissing like R. Kelly
Make the car smell blunt like a kielbasa
Recline my seat, let the head feel proper
Big wheels spinning, feel leather, feel linen
Suckers want my spot, see how they feel in it
Wrap this for me, I show you how to deal with it
Grass in my cleats, really in the field with it
Shorty called me a snack, I'm a meal ticket
Cash cow, have you ever had veal bitches?
Woke up grateful, every morning got real riches
Go up and grind like I'm still itching, gotta get more, my confidence soared
Drip down in shit I designed and Prada galore
Pull up in some all white shit that's not in the store
Gave the grill a facelift, call it Zaza Gabor
Got shooters out in Cali like Zaza Pachulia (oh my God)
So think before you mix my name up in some goofy stuff (think about it)
He the type, get pressed, say it's just rap
Like copping a plea matters as a matter of fact, nah
Y'all ain't got no business talking 'bout smoke (come again)
Talking 'bout dope (come again), talking 'bout clothes (come again)
Talking 'bout ice (come again), talking 'bout hos
Talking 'bout dope, man, that's all I know
Y'all ain't got no business talking 'bout smoke
Talking 'bout dope (no), talking 'bout clothes (no)
Talking 'bout ice (no), talking 'bout hos (no)
Talking 'bout dope, man, that's all I know
Y'all ain't got no business talking 'bout smoke
Talking 'bout dope, talking 'bout clothes
Talking 'bout ice, talking 'bout hos
Talking 'bout dope, man, that's all I know
Y'all ain't got no business talking 'bout smoke
Talking 'bout dope, talking 'bout clothes
Talking 'bout ice, talking 'bout hos
Of course, he is Jersey lighting roses
Warriors put four in your jersey like Moses
Your whole style, the shit that I wipe the floor with
Living lawless, stealing laurels, but I'm office
Hit the target where the heart is, deal with profit
Feeling wireless, ill-conscious, million dollars (stack it up)
Said I treat it like an object, I ain't with the nonsense (nah)
Ritz a barn, send a car fit, I'm hitting Boston
Kept it raw like a bong spliff, strong hit (smoke)
Stepping on your jaw, dead stock kicks, pop shit
When it get to war, you were nauseous and got sick
In the second drawer, it's a mop stick, it got kicked
Talking shit like Clark Kent, but they all bitch
Parked the whip, and I walked in with a cloud of piff
Outta here, I might disappear on my mouth and shit
Careful, 'cause they might disappear when you found a niche
From this height, it was clear which route it is
This shit, I wasn't proud of then, but I'm proud of this (that's right)
If you ain't calling 'bout a dollar clique, I gotta dip
I ain't 'bout to kick shit in politic around your clique (at all)
Y'all ain't got no business talking 'bout smoke (come again)
Talking 'bout dope (come again), talking 'bout clothes (come again)
Talking 'bout ice (come again), talking 'bout hos (come again)
Talking 'bout dope, man, that's all I know
Y'all ain't got no business talking 'bout smoke (no)
Talking 'bout dope (no), talking 'bout clothes (no)
Talking 'bout ice (no), talking 'bout hos (no)
Talking 'bout dope, man, that's all I know
Do you know what forever means?
It's no beginning or ending, babe
It doesn't stop
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