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When we are together, we got power | We have shifted from having a seizure | About what the man got, to seizing what we need
When we are together, we got power We have shifted from having a seizure About what the man got, to seizing what we need Burn, baby, burn! Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is With an apron that's whiter than the Pope's is (this is culturally inappropriate) Spread distribution, wide open Now all the smokers call him Moses Heron browner than baby roaches Got your bitch bent over like scoliosis (yeah!) Watching Tiafoe with the Open That's the only back and forth that I'm posting We really netted what we grossing By the way, I'm writin' this on an ocean (this is culturally inappropriate) By the way, this anchor's really frozen By the way, the sinkers being loaded 'Cause by the way, this thinker's really chosen Head halo'ing, seated in a late foreign Name a bitch who ain't going Two-tone with the Royce rolling (this is culturally inappropriate) Just a glimpse what the boy holding Knocking over all you toy soldiers One plus four acres, no neighbors I remember the days of no cable (this is culturally inappropriate) Columbian stallions in a stable With natural titties and no navels Only work getting done is on the table Death to skimmers and shavers I'm allergic to anything other than money behavior Inglorious, victorious Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious Tell me, is we trafficking or trickin'? Somebody gotta show me the difference Stand on every word whenever I wrote shit Under my boots, nigga, nothin' but GOAT shit (this is culturally inappropriate) I was fine getting rich under their noses Today, a nigga celebrate to ya and post it Saltwater tears, cooked with sodium McLaren hypercar, no petroleum Back then, hid work under linoleum That thinking got me standing on this podium Chop the roof off, nigga this coupe talk A Virginia nigga driving in New York (this is culturally inappropriate) State trap ducking, my tints was too dark The money's in a trailer car, fuck what you thought Been playin' in the snow like Rudolph In that two-door, roof helping me cool off Chains on me like Slick Rick the Ruler Seats white but the 6 blacker than Umar Niggas trying to stop my play, Parisian nights Private rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons right Lou Vuitton, hug my arms Scribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm (This is culturally inappropriate) The chauffeurs are made Flights are chartered, the villas in the hills are paved Blood is spilled, ring finger, names engraved Shirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are waved Inglorious, victorious Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious (this is culturally inappropriate) Tell me is we trafficking or trickin' Somebody gotta show me the difference, ah
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