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temptations power will be least expected
the course of arrival has been mis projected
lay out all of last nights earnings
i can’t trust the ring man i can trust the turning clock
drop to the motherf-cking ground i see what you’ve been stealing
ten motherf-cking g’s just don’t fall wind up missing
better call connections and see what comes unrevealing
counting up the cash i’ve worked so hard stack it up to the ceiling now

transport the shipment we set for the port
watch the destroyer escort with logistic support
this is my earnings report
challenge the sky
as we sail through the night
anchors will tie
as wait for our guy

that’s our ship we’ve been looking for
let me go first then you follow
lower the bridge

i step up on the platform looking
devilish so rebellious
black cloak hanging lower than some ghetto kids
slow motion as the water splashes up on me
but let it add to the suspense of this horror scene
i might rob these motherf-ckers let’em know what’s up
maybe bargain split the money maybe show some love
gold chains hanging lower than my duffle bag
loui v endorsing me like f-ck a price tag
so i don’t wanna let them see my motherf-ckin face
i pull my hoodie way down so they can’t tell my race
cloak swaying in the wind like i’m voldemort
about redefine the words of active transport
crossing boat to boat ain’t as easy as they make it
super sonic boom every time i step i break it
never looking down they say i’m so intimidating
got a look that they say is so invigorating
so i take a step down and throw that money in the air
slow motion watch me throw that money in the air
stupid motherf-ckers they ain’t lookin over there
then my boys pounce like some lions on a bear

shootin up the ship like where’s the treasure chest?
i don’t talk too much you know it’s probably best
if you wanna know the basics then it’s in the cloak
you don’t touch my sh-t it’s a practical joke
what’s the name of our squad? onomatopoeia
you think your hot sh-t but your cold diaharea
smack you in the face with hundred dollar bill
then we sink your ship with a power drill

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