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middle man\nIt's just me and the whole sun and the glistening gold swung\nCaught your wife attention\nYou worried about the guys inside her mentions\nI be inside her guts firing like a hired henchman\n\nSilent killing like cyanide, your sex drive is dry\nI fuck her on the stove, that's eye for an eye\nAll they get is hard dick and bubble wrap\nThrowaway jacks and Apple Maps for going and coming back\nContinuously, intervene on a winning team\nTwo twin nin's sinning religiously, call that synergy\n\nPalm trees and the Statue of Liberty\nThat's the epitome of east meets west when we capture the energy\nNiggas is talking down on me, have to be kidding me\nSpeaking of kidding me, only my junior can belittle me\nHere to Italy, I talk that shit\nLast album was last album, we off that shit\n\nWe here to murder everything, nigga, let off that clip\nWipe the fingerprints off the microphone and toss that shit\nYou can see the analytics, we back to handle business\nO-Dog in a Rolls, the return of the Phantom menace\nMan, I'm in this thing to show you some shit that no man'll witness\nI'm a man of wisdom with manhandling mannerisms\n\nMan, the difference between us and them is these anthem lyrics\nQuantum physics when you peel back all this banana spitting\nWe ape with the bars, chimpanzee lab visits and drastic conditions\nCaged like West African prisons between Chad and Benin\nSee, me and Crook the most valid team\n\nEvery rapper get hands and feet like we beatin' on a tambourine\nAs for the district, all we ask is just this\nWhen it comes to money, don't lie and don't cheat or shit'll get cataclysmic\nTwo one of the ones, guess we some of them somes\nNever in conundrums whenever it comes to them drums\nSecond to none, our weapon is tongue\n\nTongue is weapon, our none to second\nSay it backwards like records are spun\nPedaling through the slums of the harbor\nWith the gunners and robbers\nSuits and ties, crucial ties to underground farmers\nScum running 'round lawless while 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With the gunners and robbers\n  Suits and ties, crucial ties to underground farmers\n  Scum running 'round lawless while running for office\n\n  District attorneys in the caucus gunning for bosses\n  Niggas is dying, takin' them fake Percocets\n  The block's hotter than eight turtlenecks\n  Take murder threats serious when Tiberius raped Bernadette\n  You didn't believe her, now he's an active shooter at the school\n  And cops ain't murk him yet 'cause of his skin tone\n\n  If that was me, I woulda been gone\n  Bleeding the blood of George Floyd all over my gemstones\n  Brim blown 'til my head was redder than Jim Jones with Timbs on\n  That's why I spit it like Pac spilling his guts\n  When the Glock's drilling, it feels like you got hit with a bus\n  I'm Godzilla in Chucks, he's King Kong in some Timberlands\n  Niggas be talking shit, but the top killers is us\n\n  Fuck a penny for your thoughts\n  'Cause if you gotta million dollar brain, that's a gold mine\n  Fuck putting things 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Nigga, this is city life, don't run\n  Like sexing an extra dry prostitute that won't come\n  You fucking with the wrong one\n  Everybody's a high rank samurai 'til we show guns\n\n  Ten eight on a wide face Panerai, yeah, the road's done\n  That's that eight-fifty missing the middle man\n  It's just me and the whole sun and the glistening gold swung\n  Caught your wife attention\n  You worried about the guys inside her mentions\n  I be inside her guts firing like a hired henchman\n\n  Silent killing like cyanide, your sex drive is dry\n  I fuck her on the stove, that's eye for an eye\n  All they get is hard dick and bubble wrap\n  Throwaway jacks and Apple Maps for going and coming back\n  Continuously, intervene on a winning team\n  Two twin nin's sinning religiously, call that synergy\n\n  Palm trees and the Statue of Liberty\n  That's the epitome of east meets west when we capture the energy\n  Niggas is talking down on me, have to be kidding me\n  Speaking of kidding me, only my 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