Yeah, man
You know it's big 32, they know what the fuck goin' on
Turn me up a lil' bit, yeah
I'm a quarterback, same rhythm
Put a hundred in the bitch's regions
Cup pink, it's Easter
I'm cutthroat, no friends
In sport mode, my comfort zone
Talk to me like Corleone
This the life that chose me
Knife talk like Morgan Freeman
Yeah, I'm in all-calf chrome, on the cool tip (Okay)
Way she suck me, would've thought the ho was toothless
Money, sex, drugs, pick a poison and use it
Them racks came, I just spread the game through the music
They know I'm too wavy
Wavy Gang like I'm Hellface
I pour dirty Fanta, it's Tech 'em to the face
I ain't savin' none these hoes, ain't no capе
Tino Dog in that lil' scatty pack, we upgrade еvery break
And they know I'm from the trenches still
I take the Matrix off of every pound
Run that counter while I bust 'em down 'cause I love the sound
Deuce of Quagen and a A and dub look like apple crumb
I left the spot, but for that number, I'm gon' spin around
I hustle for that freedom, ain't no feelin' like them Benjamins
Seven thousand, pay it to my doctor, he gon' glitch me in
Risk-taker, real bag-getter, I'm a big spender
Deep thinker, so my thoughts bigger, can't be touched, nigga
I'm a quarterback, same rhythm
Put a hundred in the bitch's regions
Cup pink, it's Easter
I'm cutthroat, no friends
In sport mode, my comfort zone
Talk to me like Corleone
This the life that chose me
Knife talk like Morgan Freeman
Yeah, I'm in all-calf chrome, on the cool tip (Okay)
Way she suck me, would've thought the ho was toothless
Money, sex, drugs, pick a poison and use it
Them racks came, I just spread the game through the music
Bite this weed up
Tunechi on, no ceilings, pop trife, I need three cups
Hundred-fifty, send that to your city, that's just one truck
Quick lil' turnaround, like forty pints, I need three of
Quarter waters, trappin' in New York, might go hit Harlem
I'm my daddy's son, I'm known nothing but hustle, call me Shawn Carter
I'm the type tryna hit the daughter and I'm hittin' the mama
Corner suites, presidential Rollies, ho, we trap the hottest
This shit business, all profit, but I'm still a artist
Go-go gadget trap, the camera clarity like Sonic
Kitchen full of 'xotic, brodie trappin' nothin' but Caroline
SS, push the old-school with the window down
I'm a quarterback, same rhythm
Put a hundred in the bitch's regions
Cup pink, it's Easter
I'm cutthroat, no friends
In sport mode, my comfort zone
Talk to me like Corleone
This the life that chose me
Knife talk like Morgan Freeman
Yeah, I'm in all-calf chrome, on the cool tip (Okay)
Way she suck me, would've thought the ho was toothless
Money, sex, drugs, pick a poison and use it
Them racks came, I just spread the game through the music
I'm cutthroat, no friends
In sport mode, my comfort zone
Talk to me like Corleone
This the life that chose me
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