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Cross the Path (feat. Swizz Beatz, A.CHAL & Jidenna)
Godfather of Harlem
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Tryna touch ten figures, oh Lay on my back watching the ceiling fan I had a dream to touch a kilo gram I seen your b***h through my Cazal shades Skull and bones 'til I die, n***a, well paid (Damn) Got on my khakis out in Ta***hassee (Jeez) Sahari desert and I'm even flashy Still at odds with the Irish mob Rolls Royce down Malcom X boulevard Lord, these n***as really out here preying on me Got the .40 on me, and it's staying on me Snow White mink like I'm Dutch Schultz Run the books and let me show you how the numbers look You can't be lucky like you Luciano The kilos come in like they new pianos Fat boy got the big body Coast to coast, I could shoot product They wanna see you up in Alcatraz Forbes list, say what and you falling fast **** this, hell nah, n***a, want it back Eight figures, count it all and I call a cab Get the drift, time to get a lift (Uh) I'm gettin' rich so it's hit or miss (Woo, woo) Open up my window again (Yeah) Open up my window again (Yeah) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I swear to God things ain't gon change (Change) I swear to God things ain't gon change (Change) I keep a revolver wit' your name (Yeah) I keep a revolver wit' your name, just in case I'm a hood n***a, I know why they love me I'm on some underground s**t, just like the subway (Uh huh) Battle n***as in the streets And murder whoever you brought on this ****ing stage I'm the ****ing plague, I'm global warming I'm the Ebola virus, my n***as is pirates Prepare for violence, silence How many times you been behind the wall? None You either snitching or lying about the s**t you done You ain't never move a brick 'less you was building a house You ain't never put a n***a out with the gun in his mouth Only thing you ever shot was pool Only thing you ever cut was class Y'all n***as is ass (What?) (Woo) Open up my window again (Yeah) Open up my window again (Yeah) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I swear to God things ain't gon change (Change) I swear to God things ain't gon change (Change) I keep a revolver wit' your name (Yeah) I keep a revolver wit' your name, just in case
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