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Well, I′m the ghetto's answer to Trump
I′m cancer to the Hamptons
20 million a wop, ransackin' mansions
Increase the noise pollution, as soon as I land in
Don't even trust uppity white folks
Keep the cannon tuck
Niggas tryin′ to lean on Jay, shots gon′ stand you up
Glocks gon' pop, y′all not understandin' much
I hustle for the duckets
Well, now I hustle for the rush, like fuck it baby
I just love it
Chicks now say they like the way I thug it
Since my album dropped, my stock grows like I went public
Ladies I love y′all
But I love my freedom more
I love my niggas, love to see them ball
I love Beans and Bleek
Them niggas like my Peter and Paul
My disciples, and that's right we comin′ for the title
Do you believe? It's Hova the god
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Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Jimi Hendrix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
