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Nearly half the record amount of cocaine seized last year Came in one operation which ended on the tenth of November Eight hundred kilograms of cocaine were discovered And six people charged I play to win, my old foes tryna make amends (who?) Just 'cause we got the same enemies, that don't make us friends Nothing's makin' sense, I'm watchin' angels sin I'm seein' demons repent, for now I play the fence When I got nothin' left to give, that's when they take offense Life through these black shaded tints, Maybach Mercedes-Benz They came and went like pretend friends in the latest trends (underdog) Fuck an under card, I'm the main event, uh My body covered in tattoos and battle scars Made it through the dark, I guess the sky was out of stars Late night so high We don't say, "Hi", we say, "Safe flight" My energy big, I feel like Frank White (uh) Money on the table like the poker stars (wow) I send your bitch to Vegas where they overcharge (bitch) Uh, in the kitchen with the culinary (Griselda) (Ah) I smoke so much I'm fuckin' up my pulmonary (what?) I got two bitches one a ratchet and one my wife (my wife) One I cock before bed, the other I kiss good night (good night) I know that money made y'all soft (uh-uh), not us, we still hungry (still hungry) Y'all make enough just to pay bills monthly and feel comfy (what?) Any bitch I bought a bag for trust me she carried yay (facts) I use to rarely play now every day it's Perrier I stood on East ferry late, I was trappin' but barely ate Now it's water in my jewelry case like Erie lake, yeah You know it's money on the table like the poker stars (like the poker stars) Nigga, and I can make you famous when the coke dissolve It's hard to trust niggas, they only begin off loyal So the best advice somebody can give you is get a lawyer, motherfucker Too much stress, I was playin' chess with the Reaper Million dollar man puttin' rappers in the sleeper I mean this shit is crazy, they say I'm actin' different lately Fools gold, I swear to God this shit fugazy In the kitchen, chickens on me whippin' gravy And life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me