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Bangladesh, crouched
Over his MacBook, cocks his head to
The side the engineer, Cruz, who
Has been dropping ice cubes into the
Base of an enormous hookah
Puts

box all my niggas be learkin'
Switched off but im higher in person (IM HIGH)
Light it up, n i keep up the party (PARTY)
Flex up, n i got ice on me (ICE

(watchin')
Crocodile hunter, turn 'em to some gator shots (err)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin' round, ten o'clock (ten)
Ridin' round, geeked up, damn, think

(watchin')
Crocodile hunter, turn 'em to some gator shots (err)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin' round, ten o'clock (ten)
Ridin' round, geeked up, damn, think

off) , ice (Hittin')
We just livin' life (What's that?)
Chevy (What kind?) , box (Okay)
Fur (What kind?) , fox (Uh)
Champagne (Toast) , yachts
I just

Intro :

Came with a blunt in my hand; ice in my ear, front on ya man, popping these bottles, I'm fly as a model, I wear what I want & I stunt

Fuck where im made from
I know that im not what you see everyday
Everyday im wit God
Gold ima cop (Tsh)
I got a Box (Ah)
Look at my watch (Ah)
Look

they came up
On the south side of Nazareth
Can't imagine this
It's like a beauty pageant
Where them models project and serve
The law of averageness
Coat

Drop Top
Ice Box
New rims
Nice watch
I wanna know how it feels
To buy what I want from a deal
All of this feels so surreal
Came from nothing
Now I

like back with the six and shit
When we hoppin' out, know we rockin'
it's poppin' like bottle tops
And I got some top in drop from a model thot
And I

been feeling queasy
And i watch as the management don't believe me
Human soo but the keeper wouldn't feed me
And i'm making peanuts but i'm only eating

they eyes and don’t aim like
My bitch when she pop champagne
Bottles, I tell you bout them damn models
They can’t cook for a lick
But they’ll lick a dick

Pull the stick out for the ice no hockey
Kicking dat shit
I don’t need no karate
I do it Big
You can not Pac me
I ain’t Roddy
Nigga you can not box me

on the beat I'm on. Yeezys on my feet Im on. Slimy as I'm sliding through. No invite I bring the crew. Pour some ice and bring the bottles. Crush it up with all

rich now
New Patek from Ice Box I swear I might drown
And yeah this Dior cologne could put your bitch in hypnoses
Yeah if I didn't have this cash I bet

barely wake up
(Slump)
In the cold room waiting on the outcome (ice box)
We, be so dripped out this ice don't melt in the Sun (ice watch)
See them girls

in a box
Hidin' contraband, ice pick in my sock
I'm poppin' champagne I ain't
Tryna' pop his top

Came up but I'm still full of pain
(Preach to them

Journey Through the Life

Nas

Forever [Clean]

1999

below me
Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy
Success, thousand dollar bottles impress
Models with fat ass and big breasts
Floor seats,

late to every gathering
My single land is permatapped with no response from management

Dammit, I am a stone that only rolls on perfect inclines
And only

could lift a monolith and rhyme for days
It's just one of those kind of days, the Ice Cube type, yo
I saw some cops bust a lock up the other block, forgot

to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take part in
Tell me where the money is at and I'm departing

Welcome to the auction
We selling flows,

posing you thought you a model
I get higher I'm flyer then jet liner pilots
Big body Benz I put on that mileage
Head in clouds body catatonic
Ape shit ate

Do My Thang

Raw Fusion

Live From the Styleetron

1991

a shout out to C.J. Flash
For hookin me up with Fuze, oh, excuse me
One more ingredient, Sleuth, yeah, we needed him
For management, but what did I say,

fuck on a pornstar she drink my semen
Take my wrist to the ice box it need sum cleaning
Wanna fuck on a good model she be creamin
Never joke with you rap