Yeah
Chef nigga
Yeah I like that
I like that right there
Talk to a nigga, lets go nigga
You know who told niggas that right?
That’s right, the incomparable man
For real, man
Check the jury set
Mixed with Perignon, champagne collection
Wine rack, 18 karat, check the desk
Press that button right there, grab a Beck’s
Legendary alive, silks on frontin’ and live
Still the flyest, black guidance, seats violet
Wu pirate, boo pilot, shut them niggas drive out
Realer shits, they wit’ me
Kip it real, dealerships they dig me
Dungary bling, monster king, walk through the joint
Give praise like ‘Jah,’ roll the weed
Leathers in all flavors
Taught niggas how to get fly, and flip spaceships
Rock mad diamonds and strive, see the bracelet
Ask Ghost where the eagle come from
Don’t say shit, caesars no skeezers
I could get you barred from Europe, no visas
Put a fresh tec to your face, now squeeze this
Peace to my nigga 40
60 of us keep it a buck, it’s real call me
Feline suits, day 1, just a shorty
Eat skirt steaks with snakes
Gore-teezys
Yeah, Gore-Tex, tecs, my niggas shoot up the complex
Race so complex, that’s right
It’s so gracious when the don flex
He ’bout checks, feedin’ his seeds and family
Swiss accounts, livin’ in Whistler
Where the goods stuffed
Sit back and wrote, 20 years later a GOAT now
Capricorn killa on a float
Night trips, my niggas is sleep
I’m livin’ in pillage
Where niggas cook coke all week
But that’s not my lingo
Ain’t bumpin’ no heads like Ocho Cinco
Rather be in Santa Domingo
On a beach, newspaper coolin’ with a few shakers
Barbecue wings with a few neighbours
Huntin’ gear, tryin’ to shoot gators
Yeah, and put ‘em on, and chop up a few blazers
Back to the culture, luxury things, that’s leanin’
Me and my team gon’ stay fiendin’
F-I-L-A comin’ y’all we cleanin’
Now what’s the meaning?
Remember this
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