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Blocks hot, I’m the furnace where the product cook. Glock tucked, turning pages in a gritty book. Traded handcuffs for a wrist that’s frozen under ice. (Ice!) Roll the dice, heavy gamble with a ghetto price. Trap jumping, money counters singing all night. (Brrr!) Broke days left a shadow, now the future bright. Red beams on the copper, keeping blind spots clear. Engine roaring in the foreign, stripping away the fear. (Skrrt!) Verse 2 Designer fabrics on my back, dragging on the floor. Bad females at the entrance, knocking at the door. From the pavement to the penthouse, separate the fake. Rubber bands snapping loud for every risk I take. (Facts!) Hollow tips in the chamber for the envy and greed. Paper stack tall, planting every single seed. Gucci threads, luxury living, covered in the stain. Riding clean through the trenches, washing out the pain. Verse 3 Louis luggage in the trunk, we loading up the vault. (Load it!) If your circle staying broke, that's nobody else's fault. Diamonds dancing on my chest, they doing acrobatics. Automatic weapon static, clearing out the fanatics. (Brrt!) Bad b**ch from the tropics, she just want to spend the profit. Put the city on my back, ain't no way that you can stop it. Paper cuts from blue strips, counting till my thumbs numb. Out the mud, made a million, tell me where you come from. (Where?) Verse 4 Chrome hearts on the denim, poison venom in the flow. We went global with the hustle, taking over every show. (Gone!) Extended clips inside the plastic, make a movie, make it drastic. Counting paper by the mattress, all my models gymnastic. Prada leather on the seat, got a monster on the beat. We don't talk to undercovers, keep the business in the street. Heavy metal in the jacket, we just double up the bracket. Making money out the traffic, yeah, we louder than the racket. Verse 5 Richard Mille on the wrist, it's a hundred-thousand tick. (Tick!) Every hitter in my circle got a heavy-duty stick. Fame calling to the cellular, the lifestyle irregular. Smoking gas inside a nebula, my status ain't competitor. Bad b**ches in the VIP, they dripping in Chanel. Living like a heaven send but riding through a hell. Blowing hundreds by the bundle, never stumble in the jungle. Kept it solid through the struggle, made it double from the hustle. Verse 6 Glock 19 with the switch, make a hater do a flip. (Brrt!) Whipping up a brand new foreign, rubber burning when it slip. Custom tailored Valentino, rolling dice in San Remo. Stacking faces till they green-o, shooting movies like Tarantino. Got the kingdom in my pocket and the target on my chest. Bulletproof inside the vest, we never settling for less. From the concrete to the cosmos, we the ones that got it most. Pouring bottles for the dead, a heavy luxury toast. (Salute!)
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Blocks hot, I’m the furnace where the product cook. Glock tucked, turning pages in a gritty book. Traded handcuffs for a wrist that’s frozen under ice. (Ice!) Roll the dice, heavy gamble with a ghetto price. Trap jumping, money counters singing all night. (Brrr!) Broke days left a shadow, now the future bright. Red beams on the copper, keeping blind spots clear. Engine roaring in the foreign, stripping away the fear. (Skrrt!) Verse 2 Designer fabrics on my back, dragging on the floor. Bad females at the entrance, knocking at the door. From the pavement to the penthouse, separate the fake. Rubber bands snapping loud for every risk I take. (Facts!) Hollow tips in the chamber for the envy and greed. Paper stack tall, planting every single seed. Gucci threads, luxury living, covered in the stain. Riding clean through the trenches, washing out the pain. Verse 3 Louis luggage in the trunk, we loading up the vault. (Load it!) If your circle staying broke, that's nobody else's fault. Diamonds dancing on my chest, they doing acrobatics. Automatic weapon static, clearing out the fanatics. (Brrt!) Bad b**ch from the tropics, she just want to spend the profit. Put the city on my back, ain't no way that you can stop it. Paper cuts from blue strips, counting till my thumbs numb. Out the mud, made a million, tell me where you come from. (Where?) Verse 4 Chrome hearts on the denim, poison venom in the flow. We went global with the hustle, taking over every show. (Gone!) Extended clips inside the plastic, make a movie, make it drastic. Counting paper by the mattress, all my models gymnastic. Prada leather on the seat, got a monster on the beat. We don't talk to undercovers, keep the business in the street. Heavy metal in the jacket, we just double up the bracket. Making money out the traffic, yeah, we louder than the racket. Verse 5 Richard Mille on the wrist, it's a hundred-thousand tick. (Tick!) Every hitter in my circle got a heavy-duty stick. Fame calling to the cellular, the lifestyle irregular. Smoking gas inside a nebula, my status ain't competitor. Bad b**ches in the VIP, they dripping in Chanel. Living like a heaven send but riding through a hell. Blowing hundreds by the bundle, never stumble in the jungle. Kept it solid through the struggle, made it double from the hustle. Verse 6 Glock 19 with the switch, make a hater do a flip. (Brrt!) Whipping up a brand new foreign, rubber burning when it slip. Custom tailored Valentino, rolling dice in San Remo. Stacking faces till they green-o, shooting movies like Tarantino. Got the kingdom in my pocket and the target on my chest. Bulletproof inside the vest, we never settling for less. From the concrete to the cosmos, we the ones that got it most. Pouring bottles for the dead, a heavy luxury toast. (Salute!)
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