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[Verse 1: Styles P] All I ever knew was kingpins and gangstas
Life start to change when you sitting around bankers
Investors, back when the Benz made the compressor I compress my weed and never lost the texture
Went to get 50, they threw me 50 extra Highly appreciate the real strong gesture
School of Hard Knocks, I never failed a semester Fully loaded 9 with the big Winchester
Louch sold coke, Kiss sold coke I sold coke, we all sold dope
Right around the time I couldn't look at my old folks
On my block ***, pop ***, getcha nose broke *** around, let a shot fly
Ain't a minute of the day that I'm not high Real ***, I ain't switch up yet
We load heavy, hope Chevy make the pick up 'vette
Whether blood or a crip, yeah I stick up sets So I used too, now I'm getting money off of
juice too I'm international, not rational
You do what I say or you do what I ask you too
Looking at the work like I get *** off Looking at the hammer like I set *** off
Take head shots so you can take that vest *** off
LOX ***, know we keep the best *** dog
[Verse 2: Jadakiss] Hip-Hop depreciates the value of luxury
Personally, I won't allow you to *** with me
15 a sack, bundles is 150 You just had to be there, the money would
come quickly Very obedient with the cake
Cause I'm the ingredients in the cake One place you'd never see me is by the Jake
Big cigars, martini's by the lake You still get a hundred by the face
My connect still speak no ingles Says a lot about you if you hating me
Turn a little bit of dough into a bakery Bunch of copycats, a lot of fakery
Becoming a monster, that's cause you making me
I just wanna know who else is this strong Generating this amount of money for this long
Shots pass your crew Yellow gold kilo, Yacht Master ii
Get your Wallys dipped so the top match the blue
Couple more shots I might blast ya boo Can't judge so they *** this ***
I stand behind mine, got faith in it I just sell it, I don't make this ***
I got work to do, I got cake to get
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake
It's hard to see the Snakes, Snakes, Snakes, Snakes
They ain't thugs, they Jake, Jake, Jake, Jakes Find their bodies in the bottom of these great
lakes Do I think he the king?
Never that bruh, hol' up give that *** a dap
Now these lame *** artists gotta think when they rap
Its almost back to the boom bap It's no lyrical apps to download when I walk
the ground fold I'm heavy out the Chevy I dump for reload,
DONNIE Was something out a magazine
Pretty *** whip something out a magazine Gun on me, clip? Nah that's a magazine
I make money flip easy, no trampoline I done made a millie, P and Kiss made a millie
Hood could of if he wasn't acting silly But no hard feelings
I ain't even in the hood now, no more chilling Chasing money, jumping off the tour bus posing
for IG flicks All around these chicks
I ain't OG, it's Rakim and Kane and them I came right before Baby and Wayne and them
All these new *** spit more pain than them LOX, it'll never be the same as them