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Uhh.. Welcome to paradise Paper planes, long flights Welcome to the life Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking How you killing my highs, I hope you built the coffin I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughing Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from Boston Respect is never given so I confiscate it Get acquainted with mine I get them acclimated Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice Had to escape the life This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers I'm trying to be like The Beatles, Give me some soul money, niggers is gassed up Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no pussy So it's more for me, she invited me in her mouth You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen I spit bars the metronome's a money machine A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call We aint heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til they see the judges Dark side of town, baby mama blues, When drama ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh Old lyin ass defensive as boys, Why you knock that bitch up if you cant tend it out boy I'm a tenant my opinion is monumental I'm here forever, these other niggers scribble in pencil Got indelible colors, only look when they're buzzing I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin straight to the money And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is lovely So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or something Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me Make the least of you haters, make the most of your money Have that consistent drive long as your motor's running I used to heat up mama house by opening ovens Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck Now everywhere I go they be giving it up I seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky We always pray for polo, we miss you little Penny We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad semi's Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty Yeah, go and ask fifty They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter than sibling Who got the juice n-gga ? juice n-gga, juice n-gga, My... dont keep it deuce nigga work, work, work, work, work.