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Mmm. It's My turn. Smokin' in the house. Yeah, Yeah. Keep it real. Shep is on. Huh. The lounge was packed, the dice was loaded, The cards was stacked against us, But somehow we made it back. The circle of winners. I wore this mink to dinner this morning. She slipped into it and served me breakfast on My couch, nigga. I'm a down South nigga, Not no house nigga. Not a clout fisher, nor a fart sniffer. These niggas trippin', I'm just trappin' really. These niggas trickin', I'm just mackin', Chillin'. They splurgin' on them hoes, I'm just nice To a couple bitches. Real ice glistenin' in the dark because you played Your part. Enemies fell apart while we was playin' Golf. I ain't know until the homies told me, The news touched my heart. But really, dog. One of the signs that he picked, you know, He picked, you know, he picked. I have three pair of slacks that he can Run with. That's dope. Kinda wild, you know, they would say, But it's what's happening today. Check it. Uh. Leave out a plate with a piece of steak, Make sure all the wolves is fed. Right. Every threat you made was empty like the Tip of a hollow bullet head. Bullshit. See me with a briefcase, you can guarantee That it's full of bread. The sweater came in a gabardine, but I took The wool instead. Wool instead. Hands in the deep end of the bag where All the tricks is kept. What do got in there? Bitch try to interrupt My dance moves, I don't miss a step. Before I purchase the merchandise, make sure it's Opened and inspected. Big wave on your security camera, the motion is Detected. Have emotion. I'm a one-of-a-kind diamond, you can never match the Clarity. Puttin' digits on the boards, I'm talkin' 'bout Stats numerically. Numbers. Playin' the game hard to the max, I don't Relax for therapy. I was on my way to the bank and Started to laugh hysterically. Comin' out smellin' like fresh hundreds, I'm a Magnet for sex. On ten toes, only the Lord Knows what I'ma baggage next. And that's to find a way I can get It, and that's what I'm doin'. I'm tryin' to get it. I'm gon' get it. Yeah. You boys throwin' stones and hidin' hands. I'm just countin' bands. It's hard to hit a movin' target, a spot, Out of town for rent. Touch screen laundry in the crib, I'm cleanin' all Whites. Twenty percent interest, I can get it to You overnight. A white robe, orange juice, Chillin', countin' fifty grand. Been the man, squeeze the oowop to the semi-jam. These bars real hot like a summer jam. They do the runnin' man with my gun in Hand, but I ain't even on that defense. You gotta have discipline just to seek this. Peep this. I'da made a million off of three Zips. Movin' like a new legend, Rockin' with my two-seven. House bottle water, sippin' tea, I can't believe This. Valuin' my privacy, killin' 'em with honesty. Killin' shit silently, modestly. I do this shit gracefully, probably not one of Them dudes you wanna play with. Uh. Shit just sound so motherfuckin' smooth. Hoppin' off boats and shit. Sippin' the finest juice. Lowriders and shit. Five-O's, Grand National cars.