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[Intro] Nigga Black Metaphor [Verse 1: TUT] I don't see nuthin' but the fuckin' money I keep my circle small and my holster with minimum Basic hoes turn up they noses 'cause I done fucked Three out of the four makin' poses [?] A certain talent, prince in my palace, call me Aladdin My hunger bought me a sandwich and a couple of napkins And we don't fuck we just watch movies and be playin' Madden S'watch as she nice on the sticks lets make a interception Wallabes on my feet I left the J's at home Sittin' in the Range watchin' Home Alone Real niggas treat a playa like he Al Capone Rappers pretend too much out on these microphone I don't talk about shit that I don't know about I'm so chill, so ease AK-47 when I sleep 'cause I'm shooting for my dreams so I gotta have that infrared beams Me and my niggas posted lookin' like a dream team Spittin' so clean like I'm sippin' Listerine I told my nigga Tiggi once we drop it's gon' be over One of the coldest out without a pen and gettin' colder Still, for real I do this for my niggas that want more than what they got it Bitches is never gonna stop for a nigga Whether you like it or not I'm on point like a red dot Zay, the photographer, need a headshot This one is for Nicky dem at her hair salon My man Boomer Wilcox at his barber shop My nigga Greg makin' cheese at his car wash And any girl who like me when I hear a drill Like students away from homes who's families really miss 'em Man I pray to God nobody's hittin' my sister She's into lumbajacks so don't be chasin' that wood And if you chasin' that wood be on the look out for splintas This for my niggas who don't takeout but cook dinner And all the bad bitches in clubs drinkin' the liquor And all the dope boys you'll probably see in there wit' 'em And every pair of retros out I gotta get 'em This one for my nigga Zay and my nigga Rob And my nigga Forty we goin' to the top You don't believe me lil' silly muhfucka stop The look of thangs is gon' change like a photoshop This for my nigga Ant and my nigga Josh And for them bitches surrounded us in that parking lot I got [?] where can I hide a gun at You worried about me but where the fuck is yo' son at This for every muhfucka that I'm cool with And anybody that I ever went to school with Fuck is you doin', I'm bet I'm doin' it betta Collage of fuckin' greatness you niggas can say whateva 2AM