Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin I'ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose Such a head rush until the day the feds rush That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships Fast money comin' slow, you better think quick Rap game, so much fuck shit done That's why this.
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