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You wanna give it up?

If you give it up you weren't a real artist to begin with

In seclusion, I pin up piff in the Land Cruiser

Tan like I've been to Cuba

Keys is white like sand in Aruba

Exude confidence from my view of the metropolis

I fed flakes to my tropical fish

Pulled the top off the six like Badu wig

I'm no pushover, I push a Rover

You push a Puma like a foot soldier

I put dough up like I push cola

And cock the pistola, hands inside of isotoners

Spend the night with a dice roller

You pray your ice get returned to its rightful owner

The rifles in the trunk of the caddy

We dump you in a swamp somewhere down in Miami

My brush stroke the canvas

You caught in the gambit and pimp slapped open handed

I demanded for the operation to be expanded

Be it standard, the G I ran was enchanted

Tool belt wearing, I'm a mechanic

Bad bitch swinging in the hammock

I took a dip in the Atlantic and bit the salmon

It's slamming

Come on, hit me

I sit up in the four fifty, shifty

This is raw **** history

A slick pimp might resort to trickery

Bitches dig me, your money falls short like a pygmy

Waves flow like the Mississippi

Guns longer than the wig on a hippie

On the hip, keep the blicky

Petite wears opposite of Missy

Depict me as super witty

My shank might remove a titty

I jumped off the heel of my Achilles

This is light work to me

To turn a knife in your kidney

I pray Allah might forgive me

Now who can see me?

Musically awake the kundalini

And easily scoop your Nefertiti

And park the CD in the green Lamborghini

Demonstrator in linen and gator

Slick tongue like a litigator

Facilitator, decision maker

My inner layers is the Himalayas

Frigid as a brisk winter day is

Yellow gold and terry cloth robes

The wardrobe, the made hoes come in droves

With less clothes than the flesh exposed

In the Lexus we drove through infested roads

Pellets are thrown in the flesh and bone

Your name get carved in the headstones slow

Gangster cadence, my space is shaded

The heats nickel plated, assets liquidated

What I'm conveying isn't easily articulated

Roll solo like the Mossberg photo

Herb from Acapulco, we lit that

Flat screen Cinemax promo

Benz logo, black RLX polo

Your tongues knotted up like Soto

But on the low though