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Chop stars OG Rossy chill baby the butcher chopped up and not slopped up just me your army ain't big enough for us ***** the Sopranos church
Ah ah yeah the butcher coming ***** the butcher coming ***** yeah uh I'm like Cristiano in the Champions League signed a Griselda then I started BSF like an expansion team half a man to me was a fantasy now this kind of watch cost a arm and a leg for me like an amputee
Unk was a jailbird me I used to sell birds hit the gas in the GT the coupe and the tails were I broke the spell I don't tell words we and me the hell first loaded cannon and in the Chanel purse
The ones with less cake than you always reflect hate on you what I'm dealing with now can't compare to what I made it through skated through I blew up six deuces made them inflatable before I knew a seven figure income was
Unsustainable materialistic I got serious flaws I collect euros and bras like you in your cars I usually don't jog cause ****** know who run New York when you was new to the sport who put food on your farm man down and you know through them tubes you can't talk
So they don't call heavies out when the cruiserweight spar I mutilate frauds including they squads till I get through to they bars harder you hit them the sooner they fall
Rocky hesitated got a pile of greed killed in the ring that's why I carry arms but they ain't feel they sling I heard he had it on them it was still in his jeans waited too late to raise it like a kid in his teens when you abstinent fake radio attachment my DNA they matched it with the same on the ratchet and now I'm taking cash trips I ain't on the draft trip I'm lit like when the gas get to the flame on the matchstick
If I'm ducking smoke they must be trying to burn the house down 20,000 had them killers come out to them south towns I ain't saying worry just watch who you run your mouth around ****** on that type of time it boom went out the countdown it's always on the belt or in pocket till it's the topic
Though let me see your scalp through this optic I ain't the Oculus you won't need help to the docks if it ain't the droplet the way your shooter held it and grabbed it like
These ****** ain't gifted it's oversaturated shit ridiculous since my entrance I only got hired that's ascension when I'm distant you shouldn't be worried you should listen it's a difference you gotta have skill in committing it in the trenches let it go for eight Cal Ripken I can hand—to—hand the whole thing myself no assistance fuck friendships me and money only coexisted but it's black soprano family over hard coalition
I got real pain bunch of mixed emotions got me tripping I need bars I need balance some old bars in the Olympics I'm in buff with it whole team of youngin' flick the piston diggin' ditches leave a ***** in the pink kitty that's a mission on Michigan and Dodge forfeit inches when I kicked it I hold my block down take retention broke a few bridges kept some together like suspension getting rich wasn't the plan but being broke ain't my intentions *****