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Big bank Walk in this bit like my shit stank Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks Heavy artillery, real tanks Big bank Walk in this bit like my shit stank Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks Heavy artillery, real tanks Let the stones settle And the horns blaze Folk got so much wok on his hands that the chicken got orange glaze They gave me 4 minutes for Michelina Showed em two & half, I'm Charlie sheening The perk of eating on fettuccini Stroganoff for dinner, dessert spaghetti Know that if a young nigga was a shade lighter, prolly pass as yo cousin Vinny Know that if a young nigga was a mill richer, I could pass as yo uncle Al Real cuisine connoisseur Always end up lost on tours Cause they tryna show how the shit started But I know that it end on a upper floor Upping one until I cannot up no more Say my key throughout life was to kick the door Carried shit for so long that my labrum sore My young nigga was jittery, had a spark With a dream that once made his soul hot Lost his vision now all he can see is dark Take long walks w a stick Call him drill Scott Damn Drill Scott, take long walks with a stick call him drill Scott Yea, take long walks with a stick call him drill Scott Oh, no no no F*ck all the rumors and politics My story gone live forever Hopped out the bushes divine Louder than Loretta How the Hell I make it here w no plan and shit We ain them typa niggas go to the party and just stand and shit That shit bland as shit Watch I make her mouth move Can't bring a bitch to the crib less she got friends with her Them the house rules Underestimate no nigga Even fools can get lucky Was chucking shots up from the half court Now I play the four at Kentucky Damn You have time to make it still, I think Foul He missed it Wall-he's got it The shot will count But it's short Oh wait a minute, Cousins It's good It's good Big bank Walk in this bit like my shit stank Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks Heavy artillery, real tanks Big bank Walk in this bit like my shit stank Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks Heavy artillery, real tanks (real tanks)
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