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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoAmerican Royalty
This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoctionCollapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygenLeave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss inHockin', spitting up blood, shark by sharp precisionDart incision, darkness imparts your visionSparks infliction, (Poof) I'm a mad magicianVerbal plasma, verbal scatter, words that shatterEvery atom in your body, now you're anti-matterRipping through the data, checked into the doctorTook his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's fasterYou falling down to ground, while I climb the ladderToo much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatterOn your face, now you carry by the pall-bearerOr wear the black suit, eyes all teared upOh no, when your ho make a boss lit upWe in the rib with a smirk nigga, all geared upChildish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracksWe breaking more backs that Sammartino, BrunoWe saw more baselines than JunoChange more law in New York than Mr. CuomoGodfather novels I write like Mario PuzoMaster time fix the clocks like I'm HugoHold the weight like nine sumosBust shots like John LugoYou know how the Wu goLook sharp, homie give yourself a face liftHigh brow, eyebrows on a spaceshipTake sips of that Ace of Spades-esSaving all my money just to waste on a braceletCan't see them haters, we dont give a fuck thoughCharge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroatNever slip a fast one, the game is so in front of meTravel 'round the globe, spend and make 'bout a 100 G'sPack them crowds up, boss like BowserDeep pocket poetry, my custom trousersThank God they found us, the game was starvin'I'm clean and concrete, you ass and CharminBobby Digital, Do you really think these niggas know shit?Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chickPride is a bitch. I am not a grown upTweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead followersShe look like she Spelman, secretly she HofstraPut her in the club, all she wanna hear is WakaPut her in the crib, all she wanna hear is WakaShe jerk when I move like her old boy popped herHome is that Outkast, soul like I'm PhonteOld-school J's like Beyoncé's fiancéBack on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidestGave them niggas real shit, don't know what to do itI did what I did man, did you really see it though?'Bino hard and fast, niggas sweet and lowAmerican Royalty, family loyaltyWe cream of the crop why the fuck would we stop?She had two sons: both of 'em good gradesBoth of 'em rap songsWhere did she go wrong?Nowhere mama, we just go where the money atBlack Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at?
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