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Sunset Marquis Suite - Mike & Keys, Casey Veggies & Jake One
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Sunset Marquis Suite Mike & Keys, Casey Veggies & Jake One

Sunset Marquis Suite - Mike & Keys, Casey Veggies & Jake One
[Intro]
Haha, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you
The freshest of the freshest
The flyest of the flyest
Young Veggies, Mike & Keys (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse: Casey Veggies]
My swag one hundred, this shit I invented
I pulled up with Nip in that Maybach, ain't rented
Hey, Ace this template 'gon make me a million
I'm flexing like Popeye, been eatin' my spinach (Woah)
Straight to thе league, but I came from thе trenches (Woah)
I ball like Coach Carter, these niggas can't bench me (No)
They try to stop me, now I'm so relentless
I ain't had no handouts, they ain't get me pennies
I ain't had no handouts, I ain't had no pennies
Now I'm walkin' in Louis, I'm laced up in Fendi
New Bimmer truck coupe, nigga, this ain't no Hemi
I feel like A.B., I ain't him, boy, I'm himothy
Pray the lord protect me from all my enemies
When I'm gone, I know that they gon' remember me
All that hate up in your heart, you a frenemy
'Bout no money, I ain't feelin' this energy
I make this rap shit look easy, it's nothin'
They turned on me, nigga, I can not trust him
Pops told me if he get close then rush 'em
It ain't really even up for discussion
VVS is on the ring and it's bussin'
Can't wife these hoes, I just lust, I don't love 'em
Private top floor suite, I can't trust 'em
Even if we blood, we still ain't cousins
These niggas talk about it, I just do it
I gave lil' baby a chance, but she blew it
Thought I was broke, I'm an entrepreneur
I count up a check, double back, and run through it
Count up a check and run through it, through it
Baby, I do it
Baby, I do it like Nike
Back then they didn't like me
Why these hoes straight tryna wife me?
Why these hoes straight tryna wife a nigga?
The way I came up, it was priceless, nigga
I know why they don't really like a nigga
Since a young boy, I been raised the price on niggas
Since a young boy, I been gettin' big checks
Might do the PNC chain with some baguettes
If you mindin' your business, you don't get stress
I got ninety-nine problems, but a ho ain't one
Ninety-nine problems, but I don't stress
She ain't my wife, she my mistress
I'm a big dog or I'm vicious
Niggas want beef, but I'm chasin' the chicken
I fell asleep, woke up rich, I'm ambitious
I got a top model doin' the dishes
Yeah, but a young nigga chasin' that chicken, ain't chasin' no bitches
Yeah, young nigga chasin' that chicken, ain't chasin' no ho
I put the game on the floor
Hop in that spaceship and roll
I'm the one came with the flow
I swear it was murder, he wrote
Been the topic of discussion
At the top floor countin' money
They ain't comin' how I'm comin'
Told 'em meet me at The London
Keep a bad redbone, chocolate drop, she mixed with something
Can't give them niggas no more passes
Demand my respect, I can't do no more askin'
Baby face beat like a pageant
I'm so fly, I flow through the streets like Aladdin
Sixty thousand on a Patek
If I want it, I can grab it
If they hatin', let 'em have it
Fuck with me, it's automatic
All this lame shit these niggas be on, they can't have it
I'ma do it a little different
Yeah, they know that I'm the difference
They send them young niggas and go on a mission
Quarterback, call the play, they gon' blitz 'em
Young CEO, I'm a boss just like Diddy
She know that I got a lock on the city
My nigga Dee 'round the way
Them niggas was fuckin' with CV
You know they gon' get it
All my cars brand new, they came fully kitted
Shout out to Foreign Finesse, that's my nigga
You sat down for two days, they like "You a hitter"
I can look in your eyes and tell you ain't no killer
Think you can see me?
Boy, you must be on dope
I been gettin' too much money to act like I'm broke
At the Sunset Marquis like how much you gon quote me?
Call up room service like "Bring me some soap"
I ain't playin' keep up, I ain't trippin'
I'm just tryna get some digits, yeah
Nigga comin' out, you feel it
I'm the first young nigga to run it up up in the city
I know the real, they gon' feel me
LA all up on my fitted
Big ass stack full of blues
All hundreds, no fifties
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
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