Three Card Monte

Intro

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Verse 1

Black and ugly as ever but the Maybach custom

Silk on my collarbone looking like a million bucks then

Youngin think he kingpin off a couple pounds

I seen fifty of him come through and get took down

Son you slick but you ain't sheek my ways

Brioni on my frame while you shopping for the haze

Mad clout got you moving like you run the whole block

Pa I been running circles since you learned to cock

Calico verbal caliber leave your whole crew shook

Mack in my metaphors you niggas read a children's book

Chorus

Fuck all y'all

Suck a dick

Keep the lucre

Kill the politics

Verse 2

(As The Hustler)

Baaaa-by let me tell you bout the game of the cards

Three cards on the table and you reaching too hard

Slick hands do the shuffle and you watching the queen

But the money in my pocket while you staring at the scene

Nigga think he got the hustle cause he moved a little work

Til his partner did the flip and left him naked in the dirt

That's the cost of the game when you trust what you see

I'm the dealer and the mark and the man who set you free

Hook

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Cozy in the coupe

Cash rules everything

That's the truth

Chorus

Fuck all y'all

Suck a dick

Keep the lucre

Kill the politics

Verse 3

(As The Mark)

Let me rap this shit back to you player

Uhh you moving mad smooth with that cream in your favor

Infiniti getaway when the heat comes cracking

They put one in your ass for a signal you was lacking

Now the game turn around like a motherfuckin trick

Every hand you play now is a blade you take to the wrist

You the bastard who started running off at the mouth

Now the shotgun's the only thing that's pointing at the south

Bridge

Three card monte

Three card monte

Three card monte

Watch the queen vanish

Chorus

Fuck all y'all

Suck a dick

Keep the lucre

Kill the politics

Outro

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