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Album: The Manuscript (2017)
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  • Pullin' up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
    Must've done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
    You sittin' lookin' stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
    I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
    This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
    So with no true north
    Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw
    Fuck the law
    It's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
    Love crime

    It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans
    Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands
    Swiss bank, countin' clean money with dirty hands
    With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan
    Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand
    French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman
    We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati
    Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly
    No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king
    Jewelry so cold, better blow the nose off the Sphinx
    Fuck you think?
    I'mma be some type of role model?
    I go full throttle desperado, that's the motto
    Vic in Chicago it's Hugh Heff in the grotto
    Brazilian models is mean mugging like Frida Kahlo
    Drinking a horchata with Alicia Machado
    Bitch I'm the ticket, you just hit the lotto

    Pullin' up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
    Must've done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
    You sittin' lookin' stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
    I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
    This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
    So with no true north
    Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw
    Fuck the law
    It's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
    Love crime

    Young Vic the diamonds, the finest, I shine like
    Puff signed Shyne, except I signed to the Roc 'cause I'm timeless
    Top off the Masi', my behavior is mindless
    Old kids, nigga, we major, you minors
    Fresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof
    I'm still in the hood, tell Zimmerman shoot
    Hold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge
    You rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood
    What's brackin' cuz? What you know about gangbanging?
    What's V-lone thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?
    Free Vic Mensa, I'mma start chain swanging
    This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan
    I'm Balmain'ing, without paying, y'all playing
    We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan
    Suicide-ielago, that's sacrificial lamb
    I'm killa season Cam, no lives matter
    Blam

    Pullin' up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
    Must've done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
    You sittin' lookin' stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
    I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
    This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
    So with no true north
    Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw
    Fuck the law
    It's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
    Love crime

    Every other night I'm outside with the nine
    You ain't got chips, fuck the world
    You got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl
    Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
    The way 'Kiss told us should never be misquoted
    Them guns that you wave on the camera we been toting
    Selling love potion my whole rap career
    So your streams and downloads could never match the kids
    We could go foreign for foreign until it's boring
    My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring
    Street poetry I'm on Wale Folarin
    'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn, written on the globe
    Face to a table full of blow
    Fresh powder skiing in the snow
    Type of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo
    Burn the the carter down like I'm Nino

    Pullin' up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
    Must've done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
    You sittin' lookin' stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
    I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
    This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
    So with no true north
    Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw
    Fuck the law
    It's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
    Love crime Writer/s: Braxton Carter, Malik Yusef, Mekkel Carter, Orlando Wilder, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Victor Mensah
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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