Things not true become true in the public mind simply through endless repetition. How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men Phony pretexts repeated often enough become real reasons. And ain't shit change But the amount of horses in my motor When I switch lanes And I beat 'em blinding With them diamonds in my big chain Heavy in the game, little homie I'm doing big things And them bitches, they mesmerized They recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G) Get you some money, fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me) I don't love 'em I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em Try to get paper How the fucker don't know shit about her I take you up where it's cloudy Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand One of my baddest bitches Rollin' up while I'm driving And she don't even smoke Just hit it once while she light it My game tight, seal and sign it Them niggas just playing Ain't really ballin' Saying they being honest Claiming that's your wife But we can't call it She all in my hotel suite At 3 in the morning Taking her clothes off Inhaling weed and coughing Ain't her first time chiefing But say she don't do this often Since I was 16 I had all the intentions to keep it G Take niggas hoes And smoke hella trees with 'em As for your team You niggas in the stands, you just lookin' I'm a pro to these rookies And the plan is still paper over. The proposal dance scene lyrics Violence, even well intentioned, always rebounds upon oneself.

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