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[00:23.07]I've been stuck in this street shit ever since a juvenile delinquent
[00:26.03]Never turned down no fades, bent the truth, or filed a grievance
[00:29.19]Outside chasin' a hundred, servin' junkies quite frequent
[00:31.84]For this money, cash, hoes, and these chunky ice trinkets
[00:34.52]Purple stain in my cup, under the light look kinda pinkish
[00:37.67]Never spoke on that one shit, I know the— (Shh) gon' try to link it
[00:40.70]Got that (Pfft) in my bomber, still middle finger to your honor
[00:43.31]Double caught a two-ninety, met her off Jefferson and Conner
[00:46.41]Cleared the whole tab, movin' heavyweight, I'm talkin' no flab
[00:49.52]They throw jabs but still ain't had a clue since the old fab
[00:52.62]Whole task know me by that alias my mother gave me
[00:55.70]Knowin' I'm that one pullin' the strings on all the muppet babies
[00:58.59]Biggest Creature, niggas think they me but I'm the trendiest
[01:01.36]We put shit to sleep, when it come to the reaper, I'm the slimmest
[01:04.16]Placin' thousand-dollar bets, this shit not just for the image
[01:07.05]Pavé in a flower set just to compliment the tennis bracelet
[01:10.31]My jewels clankin', spot hot, seven hundred degrees
[01:12.97]Pieces blew, watch playin' peekaboo under my sleeve
[01:16.22]Them frames winkin', bitches talkin' got my name ringin'
[01:19.12]Blow like a slinky, got my pinky and my chain blingin'
[01:22.04]Pockets full of mixed bills, Pyrex full of fishscale
[01:24.75]Ten thousand on your head, I'll show you why they call it Hitsville
[01:27.61]No friendly neighborhood shit but it's blue tips in the tin mill
[01:30.56]My youngin Peter Parker, shit, he spider-webbin' windshields
[01:34.18]Unless you on some '96 Nastradamus shit, then nah
[01:37.33]We ain't tryna hear that knowledge that you tryna kick
[01:39.76]Spig with the tinted front window and the private fence
[01:42.46]Kept my hand soapy but I still rule with an iron fist
[01:45.69]Strig got a input, the extendo full of hollow tips
[01:48.42]Kept a can opener for niggas who be gossipin'
[01:51.46]Snake-ass niggas know we loafin' like some moccasins
[01:54.37]Playin' like they with it but don't want no Smokey Robinson
[01:57.35]Put that girlie on the runway, I had her modelin'
[02:00.16]Bobblin', all I know is pourin' up and profitin'
[02:03.10]Feds put a hold on brodie bond way out in Roslyn
[02:05.87]Tickets on tuck from all them racks that I be coddlin'
[02:09.03]Fondlin', kept that nickel on me like I'm Donovan
[02:11.81]Past was kinda gloomy but my future lookin' promisin'
[02:14.98]Mr. Put That Shit On Every Day, I'm overconfident
[02:17.75]No condiment, but down in commonwealth I'm like a communist
[02:21.03]My jewels clankin', spot hot, seven hundred degrees
[02:23.30]Pieces blew, watch playin' peekaboo under my sleeve
[02:26.25]Them frames winkin', bitches talkin' got my name ringin'
[02:29.61]Blow like a slinky, got my pinky and my chain blingin'
[02:32.77]Pockets full of mixed bills, Pyrex full of fishscale
[02:35.02]Ten thousand on your head, I'll show you why they call it Hitsville
[02:38.16]No friendly neighborhood shit but it's blue tips in the tin mill
[02:41.09]My youngin Peter Parker, shit, he spider-webbin' windshields
[02:44.29]Let's get it
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