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    Beg your pardon, I ain't at the garden
    I'm a Harlem nigga, I'm at Dyckman
    My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from indictments
    I been the same nigga since diapers
    Same nigga with no license
    Same nigga caught the train nigga
    Now I'm gettin brain from your wifey
    You need a pass just to come 'round
    I need that Rolly face bust down
    Tryna chill cause it's Ramadan but I kill these niggas when that Sun down
    I ain't cooling less a gun 'round
    You can lose your life over one pound
    Take my time in the trap stressing
    I'm baggin up in a rush now
    Fuck what you thought, this not L.A
    So we ain't driving by, we gon' pull up and park
    Catch you at the light, make it get dark
    In the night when bitches taking it off
    I'm just tryna get my cake up, my bitch bad with no makeup
    Gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer
    Go up in the court and chew the case up
    Bully probably pull a Wraith up, I been thinking bout that ghost shit
    I'm retarded when it comes to cops, on my momma I don't know shit
    On my momma I done sold nicks
    Not a liar, never sold bricks
    If they raid the crib nigga, don't snitch
    Everybody get it, I got no picks

    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Pray to God they don't take me
    Rolex or a A. P
    226 with no safety
    Get some work, hit the road
    We was hustling in the cold
    Feel it when it hit your nose
    Waking up with different hoes
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Pray to God they don't take me
    Rolex or a A. P
    226 with no safety
    Get some work, hit the road
    We was hustling in the Cove
    Feel it when it hit your nose
    Waking up with different hoes

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    Trey pound, that's a KD
    I ain't showing up if they don't pay me
    Been nice since skate key, these bitches on to me lately
    Telling me that I look good, telling me that I smell nice
    This YSL PLUS SOUR D, still on my moms for that bail price
    Play ball and I played the trap
    I can tell you what them scales like
    Had a celly with a bunk bed, I can tell you what them jails like
    Cop shit before we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price
    Stepped on and get dismissed
    We like big fish, talking whale type
    45 that's a come back, east river where they dump that
    Bed breakfast on Lenox Ave
    Got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at
    My youngin got it, he can pump that
    My homie hit it, I don't want that
    Hate a bitch that never got here own
    Always asking niggas where the blunts at
    33 that's a Scot Pip
    Foreign bitch up in the drop six
    Thinking when I couldn't cop shit
    I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap shit
    Rockstar need a moshpit
    Live a thug life on some Pac shit
    Fly nigga need a cockpit
    You ain't fucking with me, you can watch this

    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Pray to God they don't take me
    Rolex or a A. P
    226 with no safety
    Get some work, hit the road
    We was hustling in the Cove
    Feel it when it hit your nose
    Waking up with different hoes
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Pray to God they don't take me
    Rolex or a A. P
    226 with no safety
    Get some work, hit the road
    We was hustling in the Cove
    Feel it when it hit your nose
    Waking up with different hoes

    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Trey pounds, that's a KD
    Trey pounds, that's a KD

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    Composition: Dave East

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