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Got some Remy Martin some good-a** cigars
Check it out
Ayo late night candlelight fiend wit' diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader no equal I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch smoke purp and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut it's a high number
Name a ni**a under the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money remain fly yeah I wonder
Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito blaze torpedo cigars
Drop moves drop clothes
Louis the XIII freaks women nice size
I ride like Porsches thick brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault semiautomatic weapons
I brought the world “Crazy ” I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
D*ck 'em convince 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion I lose 'em
Fellates me who hate me My gun off safety
Since a Tunnel escape key my jewelry in HD
Silent rage pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage I am the dragon
Maserati pumpin' Biggie the great legend
Blastin' I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis dig
I'm so high I never land like Mike Jackson's crib
Best on 45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now I'm gross and repulsive
Talk money is you jokin' Cash everywhere in my bank in the sofa
In the walls in the cars in my wallet in my pocket
On the floors ceiling the safe b**ch
I got all you envy but don't offend
I'm skinny but still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car what could represent
Too Godly to be a Bugatti you honestly
Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
Dr*g dealer call rush to the bar
Move ni**as we don't give a f**k who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin'
Bet a hundred stacks ni**as'll run it back
Just havin' fun I ain't even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact
(Nasty)
Nasty kid
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
The kid
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Nasty kid
For the hustlers thick as yellow b**ches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of ni**as in prison braggin' sayin' “It was Nas I used to hustle wit'”
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes guns on my waist past his
Since I'm cakin' up put funds in my safe laughin'
And joining the ni**as passin' you ni**as was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips ni**as be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it I've driven those toys
Been in the wars in the streets cops kickin' in doors
For my deen ni**as your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD listener sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs tell these clowns make room for the king ni**a