Live from the lamont's rose
No, no, we are not those
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
No monopoly type flow, no chance
No lames, no lies, no compromise
Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive
Just plain pat visions with some sick aim
No more money, no more fame
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
Leave his soul empty through entry, so dont tempt me
No affiliation
She all on my skin
Nigga, fuck the world
No posing required
No specific pick , no particular list.
Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest
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