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Trademark
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For Cuban linx
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Yellow gold, January cold, my mink
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I'm from the the school of old, check out my ring
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I won a super bowl of hash, I saw the Mona Lisa blink
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Not falling off my ass
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Cause I lean like the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
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At the church, funeral services for this beat
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Niggas tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep
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Like young thieves outside tryna break in your Z
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28 or your Double S, they hit your Trans-Am
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For your big nose hood and you know them fools man
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And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
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Cause it's all fair in the game
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Of fucking these bitches due to your street fame
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This shit's wicked, deserves a documentary
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Dead stocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient history
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Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like what we write
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Ain't nothing but that Jet Life
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I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
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A house made of money, feel what I'm building
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire
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Constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
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I'm, from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
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All levels completed, bitch I'm All-Madden
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Smoking out the E-Class wagon
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It's just that "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
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Still running triple O game on my new hoes
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More than one time was I told that I was too cold
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Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these hoes
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Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion rose
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When my driver bring yo bitches home, ask her how that Caddy roll
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You can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her clothes
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Money and smoke, that's all I know
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I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
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A house made of money, feel what I'm building
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire
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Constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
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