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[Verse 1] In seclusion I pin up piff In the Land Cruiser Tan like I been to Cuba Keys is white like sand in Aruba Exude confidence from my view of the metropolis I fed flakes to my tropical fish Pulled the top off the six like Badu wig I'm no pushover, I push a Rover You push a Puma like a foot soldier I put dough up like I push Cola And cock the pistola, hands inside of Isotoners Spend a night with a dice roller You pray your ice gets returned to its rightful owner The rifle's in the trunk of the Caddy We'll dump you in the swamp somewhere down in Miami My brush stroke the canvas You're caught in the gambit And pimp slapped open handed I demanded for the operation to be expanded Be a standard, the G I ran was enchanted Tool belt wearing, I'm a mechanic Bad bitch swinging in the hammock I took a dip in the Atlantic And bit the salmon It's slamming [Verse 2] Kamaal hit me I sit up in the 450 Shifty, this is raw nigga, history A slick pimp might resort to trickery Bitches dig me The money fall short like a pygmy Waves flow like the Mississippi Guns longer than the wig on a hippie On the hip keep the blicky Petite wis, opposite of Missy Depict me as super witty My shank might remove a titty I jumped off the heel of my Achilles This is light work to me To turn a knife in your kidney I pray Allah might forgive me Now who could see me Musically awake the Kundalini And easily scoop your Nefertiti And bump the CD in the green Lamborghini Demonstrator in linen and gator Slick tongue like a litigator Facilitator, decision maker My inner layers is the Himalayas Frigid as a brisk winter day is [Verse 3] Yellow gold and terrycloth robes The wardrobe that made hoes come in droves With less clothes and the flesh exposed In the Lexus we drove through infested roads Pellets are thrown into flesh and bone Your name get carved in the headstone, slow Gangster cadence, my space is shaded The heats nickel plated, assets liquidated What I'm conveying isn't easily articulated Roll solo like the Marcberg photo Herb from Acapulco, we lit that Flat screens, Cinemax promo Benz logo, black RLX Polo Your tongue's knotted up like show dough But on the low though