Harley Race
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Kush God, bitch
We the smoke assassins
Yeah
Uh
This is really fucking cool
Yeah
Look
Your mouth bigger than your pay grade
I'm a clutch player, show up in the late games
Is you with the God or did your faith change?
Know the fastest way to Harlem is the A train
Yeah, twisting some lethal up to stay sane
Either niggas is solid or they straight lames
Yeah, I been a hundred and I stayed the same
One of the original niggas to pave the lane
Family, you only really known for play fumbling
This prophet, right in the pocket like I'm Drake London
I said fuck my advance
Got some work, went and cut down plants
It just landed, did the touchdown dance
On any given Sunday
I mastered the route like Mickey Monday
From dark nights to the sun ray beam
Vigilantes, niggas tucked they dreams
Played the street, hammer tucked in jeans
Play for keeps
Uh, godfather status, homie, kiss the ring
Yeah, still trapping through the midst of things
Uh-huh, never let a sucker come and intervene
Right, godfather status, homie, kiss the ring
My feng shui is excellent
It's excellent, you niggas not even a specimen
Compared to me, you like a Kwame Brown
Etan Thomas
I heard your shit, it almost made me vomit
That shit is garbage
I drop game and kick knowledge
I'm here to put some polish on your self-esteem
I got these chocolate diamonds, baby, come here, kiss the ring
'Cause that's the closest thing you gon' get to a real chip
You little funky bitch
Uh, godfather status, homie, kiss the ring
Yeah, still trapping through the midst of things
Uh-huh, never let a sucker come and intervene
Right, godfather status, homie, kiss the ring