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Yo
Yeah
Uh
Premium gas in my Supreme bag
Marijuana turn this recliner into a beanbag
No expiration date on my G pass
'Member in the past, we fast
Now it's a repast
You ask me, it should be illegal to be trashed
Bums in the way, that's the reason they couldn't see past
Bunch of teabag bags and needed knee pads
Me, I'm in a prefab kitchen eating some sea bass
Stamps in my passport from my last tour
All that fast talk, you never see past Nassau
You can catch a fast 40 at glass jaw
Last thing you see is a killer taking the mask off
The greatest you heard, no matter who's listening
The type to get on the track and make the mood different
I wouldn't feed you stool pigeons in a soup kitchen
Suckers, in the game got the rules missing
And it's like that
Uh
And it's like that
Yeah
And it's like that
Uh
And it's like that
Certified crime mathematics
The don of the kitchen cabinet over
The stove whipping that non-fattenin'
Y'all softer than satin, sweeter than raw sacrament
Sure they can rap, but they all lacking my acumen
Immaculate hardcore catalyst
I just play the game, leave the commentary to the analysts
I used to scramble hand-to-hand with panhandlers
Dining room cannibal vandal with bad manners
That's me
The wave of my art made me a patriarch
Just be patient, Daddy will take you to the park
I put that blood in they mouth, they got the taste of salt
Small fry, small pie, that's the table talk
Gem star, razor sharp, state of the art
We'd all do 100 years if the kitchen table could talk
Pops stepped away 'fore I was able to walk
So way before Diddy, I was made to revolt, revolt
Uh
And it's like that
And it's like that
You know it's like that
Yeah, it's like that





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