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(专辑： Hitler Wears Hermes 8: Side B - 2021)

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Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screaming "Let 'em go"
Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote)
Sun shining on my Black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
We was all broke, past tense, now we dance, bricks
Hermès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote)

Young, Black and belligerent back in them tenements
Backtracking my innocence, crack was the genesis
G-packs and Guinnesses, macks on the premises
All I envision is stacks when I reminisce
In the mix is mood swings, you do things
Chasing cheddar, better lace your shoe strings
Few scheme, others hate, in other states
Your circle wrong, cases form another shape
Off the blake and set aside, look what arrived
Mobb Deep presence with my mother eyes, I come alive
Undenied is GOAT status, the most dappest
From old habits, I wrote classics, so graphic
Lost Phil, they killed Will, Paul dead
Trav did a twelve in the feds with my coke head
Low-res, picture blurry, peep the obituary
To fuck the world, you gotta switch it for missionary

Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screaming "Let 'em go"
Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote)
Sun shining on my Black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
We was all broke, past tense, now we dance, bricks
Hermès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote, ayo)

Made two fiends smack box, whoever won got a fifty (Ah)
Hater acting, man down at the Whitney (Ah)
Pissy staircases, pissy elevators, namesakes faded
Pray that my new dope spot don't get raided
Bricks look so good, I didn't want to break it
You ain't ever spent a quarter mil' in dope money on a painting
Pacing with the Draco
My Rollie looked out of date, I spit in your mama face
The Langerfield sofa match the Prada drapes, shopping ace
Chop a kid finger off, you no compensate, you know how I operate (Ah)
Told my Spanish plug meet at The Monterey, ándale
Started weighing at the Days Inn
Some homies shining, some homies blazing
Spent seven hundred on jewels, my neck amazing
Rest in peace Chine Gun, rest in peace Bacon (Ah)

Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screaming "Let 'em go"
Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote)
Sun shining on my Black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
We was all broke, past tense, now we dance, bricks
Hermès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote)

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