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Credit: Getty Images/Karl Walter
Malice found religion, Tony found prison
I’m just tryna find my way up out this f*cking kitchen
A Birdseye view got me channeling my vision
Turn one to two now the kilo’s got a sibling
Father knows best, wash my hands, all’s forgiven
We kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors
Walls full of safe’s like they mausoleum doors
Pussy getting wet like she walking through my morgue
Grant’s, Jackson’s, no room for George
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