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It's automatic like a fully in the backseat. Bitch had me fucking for a hour like an Athlete. I was out of bounds, hoe had me Out in Long Beach. Bay-bay kids looking at me Like they daddy. I'm out the shower with the Burner right by me. Think I'll hit the hood, I'm on the ninety If slide it. Thot been a necklace for a Bag and some boldies. Some homies think we bool, But they really don't know me. I'm to the neck like a forty ounce of OE. Glass bottle thing, I grab another out of Smitty's. Head to the Hills for a function 'cause It's litty. Bitch ride my shit like you thought It was a test B. If I ain't him, Point him out, tell him show me. Ten times better than I was, that's the old Me. Looking in the mirror, all you see is A real P. A hundred on the neck, that's Another on the Rollie. Yeah, I just threw a Benz on the wrist. Top rank member, always been with the shit. It cost a quarter M what you spend on A whip. Nigga, I ain't got a dollar I Can spend on a bitch. Jumping out white, beater Fendi on the hip. Shoot five, bet five, that's a ten when I Hit. Digging in her purse, finna send to the Pen. Gotta pay the homie debt, even I do That shit again. Yeah, I'm yelling real nigga Records. Fries over there, keep a real nigga Separate. Try and run it up, just need a Little effort. Put him on and I'll let him Keep the extras. Fucking up the section. You can call us gold bottle gang. Lock the ring under Yams, I ain't know she Had a name. Try and sell it back, I Ain't want no rolly chain. Punchline wouldn't even Take it, that's a shame. I can't fuck with niggas that ain't got goals. You so excited about some gossip, you a hoe. I'm more excited talking money on my phone. We ain't got nothing in common, leave me alone. I'm in the Benz, no dome when I roam. Anytime I'm 'round hustlers, I just feel right at Home. Anytime I'm 'round you, my whole energy get Low. Say you a friend, but I guess a Nigga spirit know you foe. Ain't a nigga that I owe. If he did, he got paid. You a piece of shit, ain't got a piece Of shit today. I'm in Italy eating on a Piece of dish with bae. I'm with J. Worthy in LA, B. Legit in the Bay. Independent bosses, we don't trip about the fame. Just know we ain't in debt when we cop A bigger chain. Got balls on my face like A strange. I'm talking way back, I came from The game. And you love the scene. Now you've got to work with me. You look so fine. You do, yeah.
Jay Worthy, Mozzy, Payroll Giovanni — Checkmate
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