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My corner so polluted, young niggas looting I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home I kept the candle lit, my nigga never rowed Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack It's death row, conspiracy theories Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury Get some money now, you hated by your own kind The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline GABOS, game ain't based on sympathy So he put a hit on his cousin in 18th A sweet potato pie, oh me, oh my Showing no remorse watching the others cry Heroin sales, detectives'll sell A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care? This the mob, bitch, silk underwear Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams Niggas hating, though they studied my moves I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews Two attempts on my life, they threatened venues Can't you see what I am? The hustle continue I bought more jewels, I ordered the Wraith I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the face Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the shots Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops SongtexteThen we celebrate, black bottles pop Time to elevate, we re-open shop Wale a genius, Meek Mill a superstar My new crib in Phoenix, ten car garage Patek Philippe, platinum Audemars Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars I know them bitches, we met them broads Never loved one, fucked them all I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking Ross Nigga, Birkin bags just for my runner-ups But my main bitch she get the main dish Not the old range, that was a lame bitch Brazilian weave, she say I came quick I let her see a hundred ki's, a gift from St. Nick Moving bricks like it's Black Friday She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho Glock .40, even when I shower Chrome .22 in my swimming towel Mob ties and I pray the music set me free May the powers that be better let me be (Gracias a Jacinto por esta letra) Aus Songtexte Mania