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Where we at? (Hey, Royal House on the beat) We was charging eight hundred for a scun, now we on one Made a couple tops, but the cut is how we pro-ed up You want it untouched, that's gon’ run you 'bout a stack house Eleven if I front it, so I'd rather that you cash out Thirty missed calls in the last ten minutes Paid unc’ to cut the grass and his ass didn't finish Froze off the Tech, bezel on the watch chunky Buck fifty on my chest, so they expect a lot from me Woke up feelin' blessed, how I know my God love me Sheila blew her whole check, but she keep spending odd money Was eatin' from the bag, gon' end up on the front page Wish I had another skillset other than the drug trade Fuck a brand name, nigga'd rather be respected Just tell him keep campaigning, he gon' get elected All these stand-down niggas got me real stand-offish Presi' on my wrist, but I never ran for office Let’s get it Drum on the 23, I feel like MegaMan Dawn Mega of the D, call it LegoLand All these blocks and these keys, how we know for sure that you not the police? Tell ’em tell a friend Junkies knocking at the door, nigga, let 'em in Stomped on ’em in some B23 Diors Letras de cancionesFrom where if you don't risk it all, it ain't no reward Touch it like Alicia Keys, keys open doors Locksmith of the city, we some dope runners Glowstick on my hip look like some bolt cutters Five grits for two hundred, that's forty apiece I let my nigga Drew slide, but I shorted Denise Sixty seconds in the wave, let the water run I heard that nigga bought a chain ’fore he bought a gun A one-of-one, one hundred, I'm one of the ones It's all for one, all or nothin', nigga, all or none Selling weed, powder, pills, sleeve got the chills All these rap niggas faker than a three-dollar bill Phone been jumpin' off the hook, one was all it took Took off, now we up and runnin', all my money off the books Watch an arm and a leg, chain cost a foot Put the king in check with my knight and I caught a rook Sold dope all of my life, white sticks with the light tint Hood on lock, tighter than some vice grips Drum on the 23, I feel like MegaMan Dawn Mega of the D, call it LegoLand All these blocks and these keys, how we know for sure that you not the police? Tell 'em tell a friend Junkies knocking at the door, nigga, let 'em in Stomped on 'em in some B23 Diors From where if you don't risk it all, it ain't no reward Touch it like Alicia Keys, keys open doors From Letras Mania