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Big Daddy Kane
Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em
Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G
When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me
You hip like MK, hood like Mary J, pretty as Lisa Raye
Baby, can we play?
I call you lemon drop 'cause you look so sweet
Gon' pop what you got baby,
the Japanese sorry
But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry
Never seen his pops cause he's sorry
Fuck the education
Would ask for reparations
But I'm probably
(feat. Keyshia Cole)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Keyshia Cole)]
Damn, this is for all my women that's been going through the struggle
On welfare,
a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be
possibly say
Ask them niggas in your camp is you hotter than
J A D A K I two Ss?
A true message, y'all better wear a few vests

Live pussies 'bout to be dead
Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
From the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
decide"
She chose Doc, first day I pulled Jude aside like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on him I kill Satan
And stick my red
went and let the devil in
She pop pills like medicine
She probably gon' die, it's startin' to be evident
I told her, "Slow down, girl you're heaven-sent"
first down, niggas thought I was gon' flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin' cops, ride round and takin' shots
on my first down, niggas thought I was gon' flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin' cops, ride round
Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!
blaze through the grey cloud, stop the rain 
Shear shirts by Chanel, baby, feel the breeze 
Drop top, me and shorty, while she be at my knees 
Let
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
decide"
She chose Doc, first day I pulled Jude aside like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on him I kill Satan
And stick my red
on my first down, niggas thought I was gon' flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin' cops, ride round
the best, now tell me how we gon' fail
When we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele']

From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island
We thugs like, life is the same
even know his pops
And the cyclical nature of doing time continues
My worst fear is one day that you come home from school and see your 
Father face
to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The Maybach is A.I
Artificial intelligence
Marques Houston
Kickin' and screamin'
Say this is for the clubs
Say D.J. turn it up
Ey hey hey

When I say I'm on my way
She be happier than
sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am
Left in a hurry, heard footsteps, looked in the rear view
Is this an earthquake? Naw, it's Big Shirley

She came after
Yo niggas gon learn fuck a fuckin d boi squad fuck a fuckin rich boi this is tha gad darn conciter you niggers and all you niggers gotta do is pick
Cole World
Oh yeah

This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in
rodney king
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like j. cole and shoot at cops
In the same spot till the case closed, purge

We are dying,