EVERY STONE I OWN, JEWELRY GAME GROWN/
IM ON… MY JEWELRY BOX IS SIERRA LEON/
YO MY GUN HAND STRONG, 44 LONG ITS ON/
GETCHA HEAD THROWN FROM HERE TO ROME/
MY BARS THEY BREAK BONES, THESE AINT JUST SONGS/
THEY POEMS, WRITTEN IN MY IMAC TEXT EDIT… C'MON/
OL' SLOPPY ASS NIGGAS GET BLOWN, NO ROMONE/
PARTIDA ELEGANTE NO PATRON/
GUNRULE GAMBINOS, CALDER CITY CAPONES/
SEND THEM DRONES TO YA HOME TO YA COOK CALZONE/
RU CORLEONE… POCKETS FULL OF PROVOLONE/
I JUST DROPPED A BOX OF ZITI FOR MY COLOGNE/
CLIVE CHRIS'TIONE… DOM PERIGNON/
IS THE ONLY TIME I COME CLOSE CHANDON/
SEAN JOHN SWEAT SUIT CHILLING IN MY LEBRONS/
WITH MY EYES ON THE GOAL… AC MILAN/
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