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[00:13.02]’Chemist, Bojack
[00:14.31]G.I. back to that one-way
[00:17.27]Where we at with it? Uhh
[00:20.94]227, Blockworks
[00:26.77]Let's get it
[00:30.77]I’m making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah)
[00:33.85]Started with a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal
[00:36.77]Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole
[00:39.44]Wipe a nigga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos
[00:42.60]Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows
[00:45.48]How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros
[00:48.23]I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah)
[00:51.40]Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load
[00:54.27]Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control
[00:57.52]It's moving too slow? Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store)
[01:00.48]It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose
[01:03.48]Every time it touch, it put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game)
[01:06.48]No, this ain't Kweli, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured
[01:09.19]On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll
[01:12.15]I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Ugh)
[01:15.44]It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold
[01:18.44]The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come
[01:21.48]Yeah, us original
[01:23.06]Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred
[01:26.10]V12s, yeah
[01:28.60]Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah
[01:30.19]Ayo, VVS's super froze, coupe ain't got no roof or doors (Nah nah)
[01:33.10]My uncle and his partner test my dope, he got a stupid nose
[01:35.90]And lately, I been curving groupie hoes but I get stupid chose
[01:38.85]’Bout to drop a thousand in my 'Rex, I whip the Super Bowl
[01:41.94]Them foreign cars, I'm bored with 'em
[01:43.52]’Bout to toss that to Lord and them
[01:44.98]**** a whip, I need a space coupe
[01:46.48]We in Doc drop, in that Delorean (Pyoom!)
[01:48.10]Michael J. Fox jumping out the pot, Michael J. hops
[01:50.40]****rap, I can shave rocks, these slave-ass rappers can't drop
[01:53.06]Rolex say I'm on my eighth watch; wait, stop (Yeah)
[01:55.35]Seven-figure nigga still at the store
[01:56.90]While my groupie *****es eatin' Domino's
[01:58.31]And my Houston hoes getting Pappadeaux's
[01:59.77]My Dominicano 'bout to drop a load
[02:01.27]I don't trust a soul, so a nigga drove (Rrrr)
[02:02.69]Hit the County, I was in the hole
[02:04.27]With some Black Stones and some Silent Fours
[02:05.73]I’m checked in, vest in, big bunny rabbit don dada
[02:08.60]I remember when I seen a rapper
[02:09.81]Do a spot for 1-800-CRIMESTOPPERS
[02:11.69]I remember being on the run
[02:12.90]Smoking Swisher Sweets up in the Ramada (Yeah)
[02:14.77]Crime lord, on Vice Lord, I'm the underground king, Godfather
[02:17.73]nigga, what