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RaMu$ feat. The Musalini
Rasheed Chappell
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38 Spesh
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It's Rahmoos, niggas
Thousand words
Emilio
Trust, yo
A straight blade for the dome, let the beard grow out
No signs of age or the years show out
I'm well-preserved by the hands of time
Handle mine like I handle nines
Kept concealed 'til it's time to peel dollar bills
Cash rules 'til the theme song
With live niggas in each scene that I'm seen on
I'm right at home, where niggas gamblin' and handin' stones
Niggas roast it, then post it to they camera phone
I'm the author of the pauper who is now king
Graphic artists illustrated out in '16, sick fiends
See 'em roamin' or they noddin' off
Arms swollen from they belt and how they tied it off
Powder soft turn hard on the kitchen stove
You can smell the fumes if you listen close
Fallen idols we remember when the liquor pours
"World Is Yours" was the anthem outta old Accords
I applaud every lesson that became a jewel
In the hand of the wise, I became a tool
Build with me or strategically get picked apart
You niggas characters, niggas playin' parts
I topple oligarchs, here to slay Goliath
Then celebrate like the late Len Bias
Every line dope (Yeah), so I package it and sell it
Inject through your aux cord or wireless, inhale it, nigga
I'm on a world tour with Mussolini, my man
The dope is all digital, no baggin' up grams
New York, Chi-Town, London, Tokyo (Let's go, let's go)
Yo, I'm on a world tour with Mussolini, my man
The dope is all digital, no baggin' up grams
L.A., B-More, Zurich, Amsterdam (Let's go, let's go)
Okay, uh, yeah
We was that broke, now it's flights on the go
Nights got cold and I had to lay low
Times like that done turn my heart stone, now the flow gold
And I've flown any state, you couldn't relate
I had to adjust in the right space, now it's all addin' up
Fuck bein' modest, it's me and Rasheed dunkin' on you like Wallace
Trust, shit solid, took it all over, think they doubt it?
Made my own lane when the shit got crowded
Real G mack, all my hoes cookin' clean
Towel by the door, burnin' down in them suites
Give a fuck about a fee, step up in the V
Rugs Louis V, murals overseas
Whip up a masterpiece and the rest is history
She gettin' fucked in a mink
I'm on a world tour with Mussolini, my man
The dope is all digital, no baggin' up grams
New York, Chi-Town, London, Tokyo (Let's go, let's go)
Yo, I'm on a world tour with Mussolini, my man
The dope is all digital, no baggin' up grams
L.A., B-More, Zurich, Amsterdam (Let's go, let's go)
I mean, you know what it is, baby
When I slide through, Moos
You know me and Rasheed ballin'
Dunkin' on you niggas like, like Wallace in the playoffs, nigga
Tap the fuck in, trust
Trust
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