
Never turn down, we accept rejects Whole team shooting fouls, got three techs Everybody with us at the bank, cashing G-checks Crew so deep, looking like a V Neck Jeff: Where’d I get all these bros? Not my dad But we’re looking for new talent, check the wanted ad So many friends on the side, the boat’s tipping over Get into an accident, I got some organ donors Every time we hit the block, bring the floats We’re a tumor; a growth hard to diagnose And O-line, a D-line, my team fills up the Bee Line Head to the back, and put the bus on recline Dudeliest Catch, Judd Apatow’s attached We hang out in the streets, and then the streets collapse Faces next to faces, I don’t know half the names Someone pay attention, make sure everybody came Swarming like locusts, we’re so hard no to notice Bring the noise, bring the funk, like Mr. Holland’s Opus The riot cops come out when we’re playing Solitaire Put your friends against mine, we’re not playing fair Eric: Surrounded by my dogs because I’m man’s best friend King of the block, I got a good rate at the Mandarin Matching shirts and Nikes, looking like a cult Whole gang nuts, word to Charles Schultz Credit, we don’t sweat it, when I win, we win Ruff riding at Soul Cycle, when I spin we spin Dozens of best friends forever, it’s like we copied 'em Corporate retreat, trust falls, we bodied 'em Women loving the crew, like your outfit tight Saying goodnight to everybody takes an extra night When anyone of us succeeds, we all suffer My crew the sickest, allergic to peanut butter My homies ride, we caravan like Kendrick cover Emergency bontacts, ball them my Blood brothers Living a movie in which everybody stunts We all eating, Marky Mark and the Funky Brunch Bun B: I’m moving through the city, I’m rolling with my crew When we pull up the party, man, they don’t know what to do I came with more people than the club can even hold And more cars than they can park, this shit’s outta control We walk inside the building, knocking people out the pathway Taking over sections, didn’t even meet 'em halfway They ask us what we drinking; we ask you what you got Then we buy up all your liquor till the last fucking shot I’m rolling with a lot of G’s, man, ain’t no pretending It’s gon' be shoulder to shoulder if Bun is in attendance We fall up in the function and then it’s getting fucking hot I can say the reason why; ItsTheReal better fucking not I put a call up to the homies and they all came Deeper than a crowd at a Super Bowl ballgame It ain’t no shame to my game so don’t you try me And shout out to the Million Man March walking behind me
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