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Walked out the courtroom feeling like OJ No face no case Turn you to a cold case You ain't got no pape Talking about the old days I hit the mega millions Ima make sure my bros straight Know its bout cake Every time a nigga phone ring Sending Jpays to my niggas doing all day Open shop in ya complex In the hallway Knock knock Who the f*ck is that Check the cameras Dexter ave nigga calling shots from Calabasas Wrist look like the chandeliers in my mansion Up late smoking blunts Thinking bout expansion I don't let Nana listen to my music Can't stand next to me I'm too exclusive When it come to that white girl I'm abusive Beating on these keys like my mothafuckin producer Take a gram of molly Drop it on a bitch tongue ring If I ain't making plays Know I live in the gun range Since a lil kid knew I'd be the man one day Now I'm richer than niggas that was grown when I was a baby Big E move militant like the Navy Used to have a hundred allies Couldn't trace me Sleep real good knowing niggas still hate me I live by four words F*ck you pay me