[Intro]
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One, two, three, four
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Yeah-huh
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Uh-huh, yeah
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Yeah, uh-huh, one, two
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Yeah, strange out here
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Yeah, yeah
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Chapter one
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[Verse 1]
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Fresh cut, lined up, his hair clean, its not a fair game
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Cant trust how they move, and his solitaire chain
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His bust down Cuban whippin the ‘Rari truck
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Cuts down the music, he got a call that was confusin
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Heard this kid said in front of that dude somethin that never happened
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Somethin bein perceived like its beef, but its street gossip
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Its nothin, aint bout no cash, and hung up the phone
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He can tell by the sound of his tone
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Next time we see him, it might have to be on
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Four Seasons with the heaters
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He pull in the valet, he playin Jackson 5, Maria
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Pourin good burgundy, drinkin wine by the liter, million dollar ideas
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Son a thinker, but hes surrounded by negative peers
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Minds of seventh graders
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Several haters, several losses, had to get his weight up
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“Happy belated gorgeous”, he sent the text to his ex
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Her tattooed chest where her necklace rest, she covered his name
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Thinkin to himself no other girl could love him the same
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She replied, “We still celebratin, come out to Spain”
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He jumped right on the plane
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He had bright orange leather luggage when he arrived
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At the worlds oldest restaurant, since 1725
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Madrid was live, lookin in this womans eyes
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Lookin where his name used to be now covered with butterflies
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Had a few Spanish connects from touchin pies
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Just to summarize, he knew a couple guys who had a couple ties
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To make that shipment touchdown safe
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Secured the situation, told shorty, “Im out, bae”
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[Bridge]
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End of Chapter one
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Chapter two
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[Verse 2]
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Nigga plottin on the plane, crunchin the numbers
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Thinkin how this move gonna help him fuck up the summer
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Told his dog who to meet and what he pickin up from him
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Dog said, “We solid, I got you, nigga, we bubblin'”
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Since Jamella out in Queens used to have him living lovely
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She sat down and didnt sing, she got out, he had her comfy
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Thinkin bout coppin that fly estate with five acres
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Three hours from JFK, watching Knicks versus Lakers
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When the game was over, he dozed off
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When he landed, his man wouldnt answer his phone calls
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Did he take it or is he locked behind a stone wall?
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Did the Feds wait in undercover patrol cars?
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Tried to tell himself not to panic, dont go so far
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But whats the law of averages when you done broke laws?
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He had to do the math on this, he cant take no loss
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Keepin his poise
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At the end of the day, he know that he can trust in his boy
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[Bridge 2]
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Chapter three
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[Verse 3]
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Baggage claim, “Hurry the fuck up”, askin TSA
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“Is that conveyor belt stuck or what? Whats the delay?”
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Satans work, hopin the devil dont fuck up his day
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He had to factor in the facts when it came to the play
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He remembered his face last time he was loadin the safe
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Heard him say, “You aint the only rich nigga who in this place”
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Fuck tryna relax, he had to pull up everywhere that this nigga be at
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Said, “It aint like my nigga know he aint dip with the stash”
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Hold on, Im almost at the climax
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Shots ring out, soundin like some loud hi-hats
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His dome got popped at the place of the transaction
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Dudes from Spain set him up, straight flattened
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On Flatbush Avenue, a restaurant in the back room
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They took the money and drugs and shot him in his half moon
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Doin my homework on IG
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Under his last picture says, “R.I.P.”
