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Fighting Irish
- The summer is over, I missed it, barrel with smoke, and I kissed it
- Ferris showed us the renders for Texas, it's unrealistic
- Cut 'em the check 'cause I hate reviewin' the budgets and limits
- The world fell in love with the gimmicks, even my brothers got tickets
- Seemed like they loved every minute
- Just know this shit is personal to us, and it wasn't just business
- Analyzin' behavioral patterns is somewhat suspicious
- Niggas was never happy for me when I run up the digits
- Or when I'm breakin' world records still, as I guzzle a Guinness
- Or when I get my fifth Maybach 'cause the color is different
- 'Member we tradin' watches? I gave you that Arabic dial, you gave me a numbered edition
- You would even check up on my son like a pediatrician
- Sure convinced the gang this shit was rooted in love when it isn't
- Show me how different we are, there's blessings in juxtaposition
- I guess now you boys gotta abandon your summer tradition
- Cold shoulders I gave in the Hamptons, it come with the distance
- Figured we was always gon' be close, like ovens and kitchens
- I was sadly mistaken, the loyalty wasn't a given
- And niggas cried the blues for you, sayin' it wasn't malicious
- Talkin' 'bout we family, well, I'm not the cousin to visit
- God forbid we ever got to tarnish your public image
- All that brother talk as if I really discovered a sibling
- Six degrees, my memory's retrivin' our humble beginnings
- Niggas wanted trouble, grabbed the shovel and dug up some ditches
- That was a body double and we've done dozens of switches
- Niggas tried to light the front gate up, it wasn't for Christmas
- I said a prayer that morning for Sean, and it wasn't religious
- It came from a place of desperation and utter submission
- Rappin' was over for now, it came like a sudden decision
- I don't give a fuck about you snakes or these other musicians
- Niggas started fuckin' with my family, I'm goin' to prison
- And we all crashin' out together, my brothers complicit
- Who put a pipe bomb in your trunk? It was an exhibit
- I'm tryna blow the doors off that bitch when you touch the ignition
- But then I gotta remember who made this shit come to fruition
- Who's got the most to lose and who's in that other position?
- Signal conversations, boy, I hope they got double encryption
- I'd hate to see the empire crumble on judge's convictions
- This nigga pulled a rabbit out the hat, and y'all love a magician
- It's funny to see you all rejoicin' and huggin' and kissin'
- What are we celebratin'? I'll rent out the club in addition
- Nothing was the same with all you bitches and nothing's forgiven
- But next time, bury me in gold, my blood is Egyptian
- The Dennis James come out when the vodka is floodin' my system
- I don't have a drinkin' problem, I got a subtle addiction
- I got my father's habits and I got my mother's permission
- My dad has another child, I told him that wasn't my sister
- Grew up with dozens of Jews, churches with dozens of Christians
- Also, developed a deep respect for the Muslim religion
- I'm starin' at my daddy while y'all tell me I wasn't that nigga
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