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[Intro](Ha-ya) My nigga got on(Ha-ya) My nigga got on all white, no socks(Ha-ya, ha-ya)My nigga got that cocaina on todayThat's how he feel, turn my vocal up (Ha-ya)That's how you feel, Emory? (Ha-ya)Turn my vocal up some moreTurn my vocal up, Guru! (Ha-ya)ETurn the music up too (Ha-ya-ya-ya)Super Bowl goalsMy wife in the crib feedin' the kids liquid goldWe in a whole different modeKid that used to pitch bricks can't be pigeonholedI cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closedUh, we gon' reach a billi' firstI told my wife the spiritual shit really workAlhamdulillah, I run through 'em allHovi's home, all these phonies come to a haltAll this old talk left me confusedYou'd rather be old rich me or new you?And old niggas, y'all stop actin' brand newLike 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too, huhNobody wins when the family feudsBut my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suitI'm clear why I'm here, how about you?Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute(Mmmmm) Pretty muchIf anybody gettin' handsome checks, it should be usFuck rap, crack cocaineNah, we did that, Black-owned thingsHundred percent, Black-owned champagneAnd we merrily merrily eatin' off these streamsY'all still drinkin' Perrier-Jouët, hahBut we ain't get through to you yet, uhWhat's better than one billionaire? Two (two)'Specially if they're from the same hue as youY'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truthHahahaha (Ha-ya)I would say I'm the realest nigga rappin' (Ha-ya)But that ain't even a statement (Ha-ya)That's like sayin' I'm the tallest midget (Ha-ya)Wait, that ain't politically correct , forget it (Ha-ya)Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?Amen, amen (Ha-ya)Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?Amen, amen (Ha-ya)EHa-ya-ya-yaYeah, I'll fuck up a good thing if you let meLet me alone, BeckyA man that don't take care his family can't be richI'll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shitMy consciousness was Michael's common senseI missed the karma that came as a consequenceNiggas bustin' off through the curtains 'cause she hurtin'Kay losin' the babies 'cause their future's uncertainNobody wins when the family feudsWe all screwed 'cause we never had the toolsI'm tryna fix youI'm tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be officialY'all think small, I think BiggieY'all whole pass is in danger, ten MississippiAl Sharpton in the mirror takin' selfiesHow is him or Pill Cosby s'posed to help me?Old niggas never accepted meNew niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin' Dos EquisWe all lose when the family feudsWhat's better than one billionaire? TwoHahahahI'll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROCY'all need to stop(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-yaHa-ya-ya-yaEHa-ya, ha-yaLove me like, loveYeah yeah yeahLike.... yeah, yeah, yeahLike.... yeah, yeah, yeahLike.... yeah, yeah, yeahLike.... yeah, yeah, yeahLike.... yeah, yeah, yeah
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