Makaveli's Son
How much profit does somebody need to feel okay?
How much more can we afford to overstimulate?
I tried a hundred times to do this shit a different way
But now it's crunch time and all my mind can draw is blanks
I'm from the city where they bang out the trunk and you see 'em drive slow
Something in the air that be burning, it keep my eyes low
Hablo español so I'm cool with all the chicanos
City SUV'ing so police be whipping Tahoes, but
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Don't trust nobody who walk in the house with shoes on
Be careful who you confide in, that's how they do you wrong
I flip my seat at the table to set the tone
Bet I make a million plays right off my phone
I've been called the single motherfucking greatest hustler of my time
No need to tell me nothing, bitch, I'm flawless in my grind
Wanna get the work in, take a number, get in line
Know the pressure making diamonds
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
How much more can we afford to overstimulate?
I tried a hundred times to do this shit a different way
But now it's crunch time and all my mind can draw is blanks
I'm from the city where they bang out the trunk and you see 'em drive slow
Something in the air that be burning, it keep my eyes low
Hablo español so I'm cool with all the chicanos
City SUV'ing so police be whipping Tahoes, but
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Don't trust nobody who walk in the house with shoes on
Be careful who you confide in, that's how they do you wrong
I flip my seat at the table to set the tone
Bet I make a million plays right off my phone
I've been called the single motherfucking greatest hustler of my time
No need to tell me nothing, bitch, I'm flawless in my grind
Wanna get the work in, take a number, get in line
Know the pressure making diamonds
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
Over here, yeah we got it over here
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