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    Camouflage Monk
    Peace, Lord
    Ayo, somebody hand me the fucking ashtray

    Ayo, the sky getting darker
    Staring out the Bentley coupe, rearview I spark up
    Where I'm from, little niggas redrum
    Flush the work if the FEDs come
    Dome shot, that nigga's head spun
    In the cell like: Why me?
    Been trill, just all Mets, the royal and blue I3s
    Big 40 stupid
    Lately my money looking blueish
    Reading PSIs, you gotta prove it
    Two tone stingray made 'em sick
    At the dice game, bitches say: Our nigga rich
    4-5-6, I'm the shit
    Leave fiends with the nasal drip
    S.E. gang, we the motherfuckers doing it
    All you rap niggas, we'll ruin ya
    Blow stains on the Basquiat
    Donatello said Gianni got shot
    This can't be life, Lord

    Some days I wanna leave here
    And go see Bacon for one day
    Some days I wanna leave here
    And go see Chine Gun for one day

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    Ayo, hopping out the drop Benz, Mascino moccasins with Glock 10s
    Fuck with anybody, put 9 him
    Said the nigga that was near me
    I be having dreams that my own niggas killed me
    [?] Straps on the ARs, relax
    Pervert 17 on my back
    Victims of hypebeasts decorated on cells
    With 'Rari pulled pages, Jesus hanging on the anchor
    That was back in like '96
    Not to convince, remix that nigga brick
    We could go to war with the best
    Headshots till it ain't nothing left
    Tryna sell at least a brick a night
    Rather get life than rock the same thing twice
    They said the nigga ain't the same
    Paint-splatter Margielas on the poplar
    Oh well

    Some days I wanna leave here
    And go see Bacon for one day
    Some days I wanna leave here
    And go see Chine Gun for one day

    So fishscaled
    So oil based
    So fishscaled
    So oil based
    So fishscaled
    So oil based
    So fishscaled
    So oil based

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