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Where we at? It's Jackson 227 Charismatic, in love with them sweet aromatics (Opp pack) Infatuated with Rolodexes, Audemars Piguets, Cartiers, and Pateks It's hard to steer the traffic, stuck in the ghetto with fiends Where selling dope was my only revenue stream My double cup forever dirty (Pour it up), my hands never was clean Me and G on Stockwell, filthy as Rockwell (Bruh, bruh) Turn an eye on high fresh out a dry spell (Yeah) Bop it twice, then drop it in a pot like some oxtail Thеn you add the cold water with the icе cube (Skrrt) Taxing niggas on the split, I want the high twos Still sendin' off Gelatos and them OG's Poppin' off 'bows of exotic for the low threes (Zaza) Me and Holiday them kids with the dirty shoes (Holi') Now its turnarounds in the tin with them thirty blues 'Fore I ever touched a beam, I was servin' food (Ayy) Thousand grams of cut with morphine, that's my current mood Ooh Cut the product with fentanyl (Cut it) Spray your block up and spit at you Fuck all the ridicule Spray and get rid of you Letras de cancionesOoh Cut the product with fentanyl Fuck all the ridicule Spray your block up and spit at you Uh, ooh Niggas swear they can't be touched 'Til the jammy bust, fuck your lil' fantasy up We was wearing Champion, but they never championed us Outcast, I don't even give my family a hug They say, "Home is where the heart is" But where is your home when you heartless? I'm just bein' whole-hearted, I need the AR with the shoulder harness on it (Uh) Sorry I'm being cold hearted, all I know is to audit It snowed at my apartment, the sofa was hard as a park bench But even while starving, I wouldn't beg your pardon Copped the new watch, I'm on suicide watch A trillion cuts like I'm tryin' to die Put you on ice, we don't let the drama slide (Nah) Step on the product, electronic slide We could never share a common bond (Never) My pops had tracks in his arms from heroin This is rap meets Gil Scott-Heron (Rap Heron) Black Bugatti Veyron, the leather in the car was eggnog The vest I wore was Kevlar (Woo) The scarf was a gift from Pablo Escobar These ain't no regular old bars, this a five star restaurant Marci' From Letras Mania