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General guidelines to ride by |
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Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime |
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And ***** we ain't fine dining |
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Hit the high line, that's a cheap date |
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I ain't worthy, ***** it who is? |
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Do what you do girl, ***** it you lit |
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I hear em rapping they only set, "New York back" |
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I'm in Queens to Harlem, the Garden I rap |
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And I'm only hearing New York clap |
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Bout to move out to Cali, got a little thing out the valley |
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And this one girl hiding my hookah |
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I wish I knew to show her how to maneuver |
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Truth, |
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My *****s been the same ones for years |
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Man, all of my angles are clear |
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Got a call from my ***** Cheyo |
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Said the hood hot bro |
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Gotta get away yo |
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Losing *****s like every day |
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Told 'em 18 months I'ma get a tour bus |
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Coming up and we never looking back |
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Need a rut to the cuts that bleeds deep |
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Three ducks in the truck like beep beep |
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[Bridge] |
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This year, this year man goes back to the moon |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm the embassy, I'm the one to see |
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Yeah baby, yeah baby |
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From over here but I took it over there baby |
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A ***** ain't been home for some months |
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But when I get home I be posted up |
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Do it for the city til the coast is us |
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As semis turn urns into memories |
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Make shots ***** burn like the Hennessy |
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I watch it all burn like it's heresy |
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Witchcraft for your *****ass, witchcraft is your gift that |
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And I ain't got time for opinions to process |
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These days I'm inspired by me and nothing else |
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I ain't pressing you can hold them hoes, sudden death |
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Golden goals |
