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[Verse 1: Pyramid Vritra] Wait until I pull up in that motherfucking Lotus Bitches blowing up my phone because now they see a nigga rolling My whole team shining and we never loose focus because we all we got From broke as fuck to selling out by pushing keys But wait until I pull up in that motherfucking Martin smoked up With a foreign bitch rolling up and she don't give a fuck Murdered out Take 'em to the South, kick 'em out then switch 'em out From broke as fuck to selling out by pushing keys [Verse 2: Speak] Take a little piece of my heart again Go sew into the sleeves of my cardigan Oh pardon him and those bad manners That ape shit, we go bananas Got silk pajamas and a satin robe Cashmere from around the globe I'm getting brain that frontal lobe Yo, fuck the fame, I want the gold I'm not for sale, but I'm pretty much sold on the fact I'll never fucking do what I'm told I'm a hard head with great head giving rap lames them blank stares Got blank cheques like Tone Loc We ball out like grown folk We inhale that gun smoke and (Blaow, blaow, blaow blaow!) Let 'em die [Verse 3: Pyramid Vritra] Bitches get down, on the floor When I'm in the cut, asses up Bright diamonds my crew shining Your ho wild I'm off indica Woodgrain, same shit your bitch gripped in that PJ In my PJs and she relays all the shit she learned in the 12th grade on Prom night Trick peep game, model bitch reclined in that passenger off two tabs Bitch don't ask, ain't shit changed Just week days on replay That ocean front, back yard view with a pool and such Rosegold them hoes chose thinking we was 'bout to let them live this shit Nope