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Last Supper
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Dom Kennedy
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You know I gotta drop something We in here I've been making plays for a minute, ladies know it's me Since my jeans had a crease, I ain't never had a lease Legend in these streets for the way that I can ride a beat Then get inside a freak, grindin cuz I'm tryna eat Painting of the last feast, bags full of centuries n***as can't bring up LA and don't mention me We was having baggies, sixth grade in the ziploc Listening to hip hop, my room like a gift shop These girls wanna lip lock, shе tryna get a wrist watch Only fly nonstop, Dodgers or the Whitе Sox Yankees better thank me while I'm here, give me flowers Beats I devour, come f**k me in the shower I'm the muthaf**ka with the money and the power Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour Uh, my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a muthaf**kin' razor blade They say money bring b*t*hes, b*t*hes bring lies One n***a get jealous and muthaf**kas die Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second but these punks won't get me We got mo' n***as with Impalas and big cash Screaming OPM every time we pass Screaming OPM every time we pass
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