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Marshall Lowery II
Marshall Lowery II
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Syhir McClelland
Syhir McClelland
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renardo Perry
renardo Perry
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Sypooda
Sypooda
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James Blackmon Sr
James Blackmon Sr
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Lyrics

To what do we owe this pleasure
I just got one thing to lay on you cats and I'll split
That I am declaring war on anybody who sells drugs in our community
But Black Dynamite, I sell drugs in the community
So, I type the text to this girl I used to fuck
I say I know that lame ain't blowin' in your butt
But best of luck, I was probably drunk
That's when I say the realest stuff
Like I really used to move that snow
No bluff, can't calculate all of them pounds that I done touched
Even when they vacuum sealed, they still must-y
I tell a bitch to watch for the hook
Cool breeze, and swallow all these
Kids that I release
It's surreal how many people I know
That's deceased
After all the beauties, I done lost
I'm still a beast
For sure, I'ma clap them cheeks
Part three, commentary
I'm Eric Lottary
Monopoly
I need more properties for my seeds
LLC's and deeds
I got mouths to feed
In this world of greed
As I proceed, ****, as I proceed
Fuck the money, give all the proceeds to my community
Diplomatic immunity
I got more horsepower
I'm workin' on timeshares
You might've seen me in Times Square
I got billboards there
I'm on a jumbotron
I got a movie just came out
It's called First Day Out
You should go check it out
Three times
****, even if they don't knock the broads
There ain't enough tricks to go around
Now look here
I don't know about the rest of y'all
But it look like I'ma have to keep sellin' that heroin to make ends meet
Then you'll have a much bigger problem
No bullshittin', I'm in a position where
Shot callers need permission just to call me out
Shit, I clutch big as Deebo
It ain't no stallin' out
Touch bricks like Craig, every head spent a large amount
The bankers never greet you at the door
You need a large account
Mr. Lowery, want a water?
Nah, I only drink Essentia
Just know I'll send the henchman at you before I ever mention ya
Everybody iced up, but yeah, who shine the most
Everybody bout a check, but yeah, who sign the most
The boss, I paid the cost in anonymity
Never took a loss to pack came with an indemnity
The way I'm slept on, I mean it's criminally
The asscher cuts geometry, ain't come up off no similes
Real talk, dawg, I never seen him ten a ki
But my boy do eighteen if you get ten at least
Green from the west, brown from the Middle East
On my feet, the round mound of rebound, boy, I've been a beast
We bout plays over here, ain't no helter skelter
I put the keys in that hand like I'm Rev the Realtor
This my style from '08, don't ever say Griselda
Move footballs to the heads like we hated Helga
Can't say that I had immunity, but Black Dynamite
He let me sell to the community, my chick flyer
Every single zip, we lit fire
I put the city on the map like a Lyft driver
I gave opportunities, expecting nothin
Swear these **** do everything except for hustlin
They ain't tell you wholesale better than retail
Made the pot stretch, we like Stock X far as resale
Gun rise, he surprised his eyes, said: "we gotta take it there?"
Hella lawyer, my defense is like the 85 Bears
You city slick, but your chick is way slicker, homie
Better get her for I hop off mic and Ditka, homie
Should see they faces, you tell him they watch is Moissanites
My shit cold as polter-ice, somebody must not told you right
Ain't shit funny unless Luenell visit
They bought your tape just to laugh like Chappelle tickets
I'm rich, bitch, and I'm screamin' it like Ashy Larry
Dropped so many singles in the club, they like, yo ass is married
On these tracks from Rambo, in real life, you scary
Money buried from the pack, this white is Danny Ferry
Written by: Marshall Lowery II, Syhir McClelland, renardo Perry
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