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Criminals; they say that’s who we are
We get shot on the block just for spitting some rhymes
Nigga, words really do have a meaning
And drugs have a way to evoke a new feeling
So judge me for being who I want to be
Right from Manhattan, dressed in Supreme
So yeah I got purp haze and I got cream
So please shut the fuck up, get off my dick
Perez said „Get them” so I got them
And now I got steeze and they’re all aplauding
Put me on a stage I re position all my rage
Liberating every single note been ever caged
Can not handle half of me
Wishing for a day I’m finding bigger checks
So come between me and my future and you’re absurd
I’m the biggest motherfucker since Pharrell to hit the page
And I am never going to hold my tongue for shit
Cause I don’t talk shit
And I spit fresh
And I blow dank
Color the canvas in my mind with beautiful pictures
Who dropped a new beat nigga that’s mine
Dressing the haze in a french cigar
Don’t want to stay here so I’m flying off
Phisycs is phisycs but fuck gravity
Got a blunt and a label and I’m taking lead
And I’m doing me while you sit on your ass
With Luanne by my side sitting in the first class
Land in New York, drink syrup get throwed
Call my dudes up, but I’m moving kind of slow
And it’s no problem how I rock that stage
Set a record better flip the yellow page
Everybody on the street who knows me wants to fuck me so they can all have my last name
Goddamn
Chill motherfucker
The ladies on the streets know I’m trill motherfucker
And I work for the money, get bills motherfucker
Hip hop is dead but I’m real motherfucker
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