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Return Of The North Star

Yo, Rae, that's you baby?

Damn, man, I heard all these things about you, man

Boy I heard you been doing your thing, man

Wait, wait, let me tap them pockets, man, them pockets fat?

You know I'mma get mine, yo, Rae, baby, check this out

Yo, we done went through so many trials and tribulations, man

It's a shame, man, but you know, I told you what the devil is, man

Always watch them people who lie to you, them people try and cheat you, man

Out your money, I told you, you ain't let me cheat you out your money

Shit, man, what? You gon' let another nigga cheat you out your money, boy, you crazy?

Aight, watch the tricks, baby, cuz the trick is a lie

And a lie is a thief, trust me, baby

Knowhatimsayin, now give me a couple hundred, man

Time to go do my thing, man, I'm going on the road

When you get, when you, yo, I already had the vision

Yo, Rae, I had a vision, I seen you, man

At the, at Madison Square Garden, and I just came through

And you said "Yo", and it was real, son, and you took the world by storm

They didn't understand it, cuz they didn't see that far

They couldn't see the forest from the tree

But Rae, I'mma tell you, it's your time, man

Go get that paper, man, you understand?

Get that paper, man, cuz it belong to you, man

Allah is the God, trust, keep Allah in your heart, brother

And you won't fail, trust me, always remember

How far the thou travel, thou travel as far as the dimension he could see

What you see? That's all I can say baby, watch the liar, watch the cheat

We need more time, we need more crime, man

Damn, stop playing, what up nigga

Yeah, man, chill, stick around for a minute

There's alot of money out there

Trying to get alot of fold ups, captain

It's all real, lay the roof, I'll meet you there in a minute

Monkeys with the AK's is upstairs, stupid

It's all good, chill, close the cabinet, stupid

Relax, man, relax, you got shit showing, nigga

Aiyo, Chef, a nigga got all your jewelry on when you be out of town, my nigga

What the fuck is this nigga problem, son

Chill, baby... a lot of bread...

All you gotta do is stick around...

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