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Hey man
What the first thing they do when you go to the pawn shop?
What they do?
What kind of test they take it through?
When you take the jewelry to the pawn shop
How do they determine if it's real or fake?
They put the fire up on it
This how we know if we real or fake
We gon' go through the fire
Verily made to bust a U-ey where they led us astray
From the driver's side of a Loomis, I sped up and sprayеd
I foresaw it, ducking all the hell in thе way
With a trail of red cups up to heaven's embrace
That's a coin flip, we Black Mirror for your enjoyment
Scuffs on the greens for following where the noise went
How we chase footsteps to find that spot
I chase Sir Davis with a ginger cayenne shot
Try and pivot
The talk outside was monolithic
Same height as my catalog since I got in this
In peace, God frames that come with the mind with it
You couldn't see past him standing behind the timid
Truthfully, if I was to go and cut all this up
The stamps on the dub would be loaded lups in the tux
Room shaking, shook off everything they assumed
Spirit of '95 is smuggled in the balloons
And you wonder why my walk like I sold multi
My track record good on both sides
I'm on stage kicking that hoes high
Sneak that through like it's a cop-out
My walk like I sold multi
My track record good on both sides
DNA moves on minus the bow tie
That's part chill and part go time
Okay, yo
Pop a corn down 'til the logo chose
Talk alpha and omega, I'm the open and close
From where they flip squares off of Hello Moto phones
And my jeans from blue and green in my photo pose
The frame I re-arranged tryna guide you out the slums
Where the ball roll out of bounds, you find a couple gems
Turned that into gems, lined up a run
And then gave back the industry the time for my son
Revolution in the luggage, better find your bag
But the dice roll the Italiano flag
Red, white, green, my store don't be selling the black dice
Banking on a wave of a hand like it's a match strike
Scholar to writer, corner store symphony
Y'all'll get your fuse blown tracing on the energy
A pocket of a method with the aim of a ministry
It came from investors, I came from a soliloquy
You wonder why my walk like I sold multi
My track record good on both sides
I'm on stage kicking that hoes high
Sneak that through like it's a cop-out
My walk like I sold multi
My track record good on both sides
DNA moves on minus the bow tie
That's part chill and part go time
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