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Yeah, we invite you to some epic, that you won't hear on epic, cuz this is for the streets nigga It's the Cons, volume one, All Sales are Final You know the politics as usual, selection, yeah, the boy got something to prove, uh, it's the bounce Yeah [Verse] I used to have the thunder-lightning clouds That stays in one spot Hanging over my head till my name got hot I remember back in high school I was a three point star Now the S's ice blue with the three point star And I don't get in the car, without a joint in the car I know niggas gon' want to have mе a gunpoint in the car But lookin' way too cold Once I signed my dеal Cuz I'm a cop to H2 and I'm a star for real So I'm way too bold, and it turns them off So they want they phone on, cuz I turned it off And I ain't turn this off, cuz she caught a little feelings I'm too caught up in my own will and the dealings Cuz if you ain't willing, you better start dealing You get some twenty threes and then ask what the deal is I can't believe I deal with the bird that I had Was gon' cop a Louis with the bird on the bag But the chick is so moody when the bird's on the rag And that's a burden to have, when you're yearning to stab Well take a turn in the cab, and go buy my weight Before Andy took a cab, instead fly away Cuz when I buy my weight, I'm too sharp for Jaden While y'all niggas get caught, like the sharps and tapes For the sharps and weights, I got that sucker free repellent That'll leave you with the fishes, if you think about tellin' Your boys are relatives, my checks are celibate And they won't open they legs for the sake of fellowship I don't care what you fellas get, or what you fellas share When it comes to this pimpin', it's what I tell a bitch Get up on that yellow strip, where they flip them yellow bricks And smoke that good green, and pop that yellow cris' We harness like the Tin Man, we're sellin' them nicks See them no brain niggas, be the one to snitch And when they get to M-City, they someone's bitch I cooked this thing three times, and fulfilled your wish And when you finally come to, you gon' have to admit That there's no place like home, when it's making you rich I been makin' a switch But I don't mean stations, I mean from 5 to 20, cause dawg, I'm losing patience Dr. Knock boots, and I don't lose a patient Got the hot crew, why would I cruise in the Matrix, nigga?