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Sam-to the o with that Muhf*ckin flow
Rough around the edges
Give it to ya real slow
Known to break the leavy
Sauce heavy, Karo
Capsizing ya boat
Break you off, 9-5
Round 2, 6-4
That's on muvas real live
Position switch on interval
To the money or the room
Me and my coalition to the tomb
Ain't no tellin' what he goin' do
And he roll with a filthy crew
Moorish griots money countin them decimals
Flow detestable like dairy to the Lactose
Corny bars at most
But I'm still above ya stat' quo'
With the hazmat pen stroke
I ran past ya and half that still ain' rock the gold
Still ain' sell my soul
Still ain' cappin' like before
Cotton twil, '84 vintage wardrobe, with the broken in zapatos
Better focus in ya bi-focal... point begins when open the closed minds of the Chosen
That's my campaign slogan
Election debate ya favorite rapper any day
That'll get you niggas votin'
That's what got a nigga potent
I been open
I been cast out
But I'm focused bitch
I do it for the culture
Turn my words in 'dollas and Pesos
This ain' no Hellcat, this a Hatchback
Way I drive till the cash flow
Pay Momma and Daddy bill
Put on Chase and Dyl
Countin' money wit all my bros
(Then later on...)
Get a house on the hill
A canary DeVille
And live to a hundred and a day old
Day old day day old
Day old day day old
Old
Old
Day day oh day
But a young nigga still be the same old
Rockin' plain clothes
Still have the same soul in a Range Rov'
Matte cherry red Ghost
Or in Rav-4
Done racked up
So the Raw Denim sag low
Mad flow
'Cuz Im a Sagg' (Hoe)
Man time
A young nigga 22
A young nigga 22