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Yeah

Yo

It all started in the auditorium

Late at night at four am

Watching the orchestra

But quincy john's very court and

Michelle delorian

Got a forty

A twelve gauge shot

Like shot from the nine

Tray blood multiparty

Got a patchy in the background

I think i see them dressed in all brown

Going to the lounge i'm on my way down

Prepare for the rounds that's gon' go down

That's history in the making

This is what i do to bring home the bacon

Like the booty taking

I'm out to the gold that's been took from me

Like kicking

I stay awake in like the lake in

Trouble for hours like jamaicans

With my third eye open for five seconds

Jesus christ two

Yo what's up buddy

Not angie just chilling working

So in the show tonight

I got a photo with you

See you around

Peace

As i arrived and i start firing

Saw a lady in a black gown

She was terrified and started asking me why

I want her to die

I told her not to cry

I was after guy a friend to be frank

She said he wasn't here here

He went to the bank to the a c m

He'll be back surely okay

I'll be here waiting upstairs

Sitting in the chair looking in the rear

View mirror like front seats

Wait i think he's back

I see him on the first street

Facing the building lord willing

I get what i need from him like

William not a fresh prince like william

More like a bonfire king

With millions of cash in a safe

Gotta keep it safe

For the people here like grace

But i'm still pops him in his face

Like take a b**h

And give him a taste of his own medicine

Like a rebellion

Or like billions or tommy bunch

Try to shoot the reference

Except this one is a lesson

To all the false process

Spill the world of a god for profit

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