Yeah
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
Fortune come, fortune come
Bodega
Bodega
Bodega
Bodega
If I'm a lion, I run the jungle
I'm lyin', I run the streets
This nine, I fire wild
I never have to seek
Dismember contenders with every word I speak
With any word, that's word, the King James, I preach
Is he insane? I seek, clear view, my peak
Mountain top, no sweat like Keith
Cool, collect, you gotta prove me wrong
You can't prove he set traps like Booby's setbacks
My Uzi dead that
Loosey puff up, coughin' lungs up
I'm from NY, we pop Cris' like Tucker
This brick, I lucked up
Duct tape tucked up, this traffic fucked up
But nothin' get me nervous when I'm traffickin' weight, wait
The time and the place
You bring me static, your death come, I select the date
I hate the hate, I hate the love
I hate the fake, I don't need to flex like Ray
What's his name?
Bodega
Bodega
Bodega
Bodega
If you fuckin' on a plane for the first time, fly Virgin
I put ice on a finger roll, outta my spur like Gervin
I made a livin' off rap, on purpose
Shit, I chase the money like J.P. Morgan
Pay me portions, nah, I need that fortune
Like no sorcerer, I need sources
Check for the wire taps on cordless
Gorgeous thug, I don't need a course to put a hole in one
If they tryna cap a ten, they could hold the son
Black boy with the golden tongue
Spit carrots, blow purp like plums
Heartburn, no Tums
If you bite the hand that feeds you, I'ma cut off thumbs
No lie, come try
They wanna watch, but nobody see me
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Stevie
Yeah, Bo
Bodega
Bodega
Bodega
Bodega
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