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Luxury Lies
Jim Jones
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4 In the morning family
Yes
Bigger risks
Even bigger rewards
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Capo
They keep sayin' what I can't do, let me show 'em what I can do
I'm ready to go to war, that's fully loaded, that my hand move
I used to duct tape the .38, I had the heat with the broken handle
My grandma used to pray for me 'cause she knew she had a handful
The streets done got so spooky, I started prayin' to the Santos
Every time I came outside, they had a big display of candles
That represents a loss of life or a loss of light
That's a dark situation when you finna face an awful night
I robbed the plug with a blower '
Cause I was tryna make it off of white
One thing about the drip, you gotta make sure that the sauce is right
We buy them pretty whips, big flyin' saucer types
So you might thought you saw UFO in New York at night
Smokin' my last blunt on the hanger before I caught the flight
Let's not talk about the jewels, they know I rock all sorts of ice
My back against the wall, how I was taught to fight
In my hood, around sixteen, we went from playin' sports to, well
We went from playin' sports to sellin'
Drugs so we could play in the Porsche
Get knocked by the cops, watch how they intercourage you
How they interrogate you, you'd think that they into torture
At this point, it depends on what your lawyer say it's gon' cost you
But I too was like you, I thought that the coppers couldn't pinch me
I was too worried about the bitches
And the drip and the coppin' Balenci'
I will draw on a nigga just like my Glock is Da Vinci
Shit, Rolex President, plus I got a Lewinsky, uh
Make sure my whole team ball like Popovich
I urinate Ace of Spades when I gotta piss
I'm feelin' constipated in my whip, let me drop my shit
Any time I get locked, the first thing I do is lock my lips
My nigga got caught with a thirty, they offered him thirty
Third time felon in court, he's not even goin' on thirty
I knew a bartender bitch that cried when sellin' the car
She said when they closed the strip club, times had fell on her hard
My nigga Raj had a nine-to-five, he's almost back to sellin' the hard
I promise these are true facts that I'm just tellin' to God
Yes
You was cryin' on the roof
Me, I was swimmin' in the staircase
My God, I'm drownin'
Sacrifices in my shoebox
Blew the hinges off a few locks
God saved me
The devil lied to me
I put it in the pot
Then I hit it with the yah-yah-you-you
Yes
Spin around, hop, skip, and jump on that triple beam
Ayo, Capo
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