[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Hey yo we gotta be the greatest
I swear to god
Got more rings than Kareem or Kobe on the lakers
Been the realest niggas, check the cadence
So much white on the table, yeah I been called racist
Got that AR-15 for any nigga tryna jump
I'm double (?) the gats, double (?)
(?) in a house for a short sale
And like J.P. Morgan, nigga we all bail
Niggas greet the don with open arms
(?), overseein' coka farms
I know you think I exaggerate
But that (?) make the feds exasperate
Yeah, that means they in they feelings
My baby girl can bunch a (?) from the kitchen ceiling
Don't play yourself, Nintendo
And I'm criminal minded
I keep a gat at every window
Niggas get different when you been to bars
But you never lose friends
You just learn who the real ones are
Diggin in the Crates, that's my day ones
How most of these rap cats can't go back to where they came from
Crack
Hey yo we gotta be the greatest
I swear to god
Got more rings than Kareem or Kobe on the lakers
Been the realest niggas, check the cadence
So much white on the table, yeah I been called racist
Got that AR-15 for any nigga tryna jump
I'm double (?) the gats, double (?)
(?) in a house for a short sale
And like J.P. Morgan, nigga we all bail
Niggas greet the don with open arms
(?), overseein' coka farms
I know you think I exaggerate
But that (?) make the feds exasperate
Yeah, that means they in they feelings
My baby girl can bunch a (?) from the kitchen ceiling
Don't play yourself, Nintendo
And I'm criminal minded
I keep a gat at every window
Niggas get different when you been to bars
But you never lose friends
You just learn who the real ones are
Diggin in the Crates, that's my day ones
How most of these rap cats can't go back to where they came from
Crack
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