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    I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
    Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
    They say Illuminati and other ordeals
    Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal

    And now it's more real than it is for any other star
    And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
    I should probably get awards where the Emmys are
    For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma

    I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now
    But don't confuse how you see me have to move now
    I got bars like the cypher's in the booth now
    Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier

    Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
    Long as they say my name right in the media
    If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati
    'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys

    I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy
    So swaggy, he could've broke up with IG
    I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG
    I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed

    Keep a fresh cut from IB
    So I always match the picture in my ID
    They packin' Dub C had ran with Mack 10
    I was still a baby Similac then

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    And what the crack era did to black men
    It had to be a era if you had a Cadillac then

    How I rock mine, I throw it up
    Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page
    Powerful force, you better look both ways

    Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down
    I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
    Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound
    Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown

    Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait
    I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again

    You already know the script, roundhouse kick
    She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip
    Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip

    With yo' bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
    I got the half moon clip, that's banana
    A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
    Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth

    Man, nigga, if you open your mouth
    Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess
    Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda
    Keep it movin', keep the convo short and bring a case of Henney

    House of pain, I control many
    House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
    Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives

    (Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre
    Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
    National animal rulin' like a czar

    Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
    The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
    I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
    When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon' scatter
    Barishkaaa

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