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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jah-Monte Ogbon] You see what's going on over here Million dollar shit for real Greatest ever Hey Hold on I been this way since reading scriptures before I left for school I always stand the test of time you more like tasteless food On a chase to this money we wearing racing shoes Queen fix my plate of food, thoughts for the watch nothing to say to fools Gotta split these masters to fractions Rock with me and gain some traction just make sure your seatbelt fastened Never bagged a bitch about no closure Never did no verses for exposure (fuck I look like nigga?) I'm up, need them amounts in my account Ain't trying to sign with no Steve Stout Book myself, there's no bringing out When I come to your city fuck reaching out The rat-a-tat with me, wherever I'm at know where it's at with me Put my first vinyl on ice, now I can auction something If they ain't playing me then pass the aux to someone Lost one but I just bought me one Throwaways I just copped me one, mac daddy Counting white runts in a black caddy [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] It's that horn for real Sheesh Certain shit not meant for your energy For 13 years I been working like there's ten of me Niggas coming at my head is a win for me And definitely a loss for you, slugs will get sent for free The payment was sent five days ago, I spray the globe, to each his own Victor own the throne out in Mexico There he go spazzing again, I did a show with all my fake friends Didn't need to sneak all of the ks in the canines and nine-to-fives Rocking the Jordan 5s smoking a blunt that look bigger than a hornet hive I just wanna ride divide that by six and get a crazy number Moonrock with the purple punch and have a lazy summer Man our was done eight hundred sessions ago I'm still out here blessing the folks Excellent flow, can't mess with the crow Put motherfuckers in [?] put the x in the snow When it's cold as eskimo toes we open doors to feel a breeze And mother fuckers will still steal your heeys Sheesh God damn That's definitely that one nigga