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Yo, yo, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two We in this bitch again, baby Indiana Tony, the temple of gold Yeah, yo, Cazals on, surfin' through Art Basels Bengals on both arms, I made time travel In gold dimensions, my soul's suspension I cop ARs, fifth .9s at the pole convention, biatch Fake niggas gettin' frozed in the triage Stuff like 40 bricks in the doors of a Fiat Bullet holes still leavin' 'em dancin' in kiosk Bustin' out the window, hit three of his Mamma Mias Lookin' out my window (come on) Lookin' at the rain (let's go) Nothin' left but sorrow Nothin' left but pain (tell 'em) Why'd you go and leave me, sad, alone, and blue? (Watch out) Lookin' out my window, woman, tryin' to find you (you better duck, nigga) Why did you leave me? (Why?) Why did you grieve me? (Yo, Supreme Clientele, let's go), yeah, yo Shout-out to B-I-G, the D-A-double-D-Y K-A-N-E (uh) The T-O-N-E-Y, Starks need an Emmy Full clip, weight fall off like Jenny (uh) Good times, got it all in my jacket just like Lenny Abomination, razor raps and conservation (uh) You can get popped on in population Oxford in my Oxford, like four in the box (uh) If you see blood on the floor, just continue to mop Or get lumped on with bars, an Irish spring in a sock (uh) Boil blades and alcohol and burn with a chop (damn) See, yours guard the waters, release date, no pardons (uh) The Akhis growin' them beards like James Harden My crew be mobbin', I'm steady dartin' Couple pen joints'll get you a Newport carton (oh, shit) The voice of Marcus, Malcolm plus Martin (uh) See me and my team at the door, you let Starks in I'd like to tell you about the little girl (tell 'em, Joe) That left her soul alone and blue (uh-huh) Trouble is if I paint the picture too (Shall we go into this shit, buddy?) Well, you might fall in love with her too (lock in) Oh, she was about 5'6", a little bag of tricks My mama told me to watch myself, but I didn't listen 'Cause for you, I'd stretch out my arms, oh, baby