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You never met a roller like me, that's unlikely
Half of the boys, yeah, they're trying to indict me
You entice me, I, I love them high heels
Never mind the fact you was rolling with Mariah breeze
They pale in comparison, I, I, I
We could burn down Madison, I, I, I
I'll have you looking like Marilyn Monroe, ma
Yeah, it's bold, ma, uh
Get you Louis XIV and rose to sip
Presidential suite, Barack O in this, ahh
The notion is this: black diamonds, red roses, this, miss

Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Half of the boys, yeah, they're trying to indict me
Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Alex McQueen, baby, get you Celines, baby
Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
I'm what you need, baby, James Dean, baby
Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Half of the boys, yeah, they're trying to indict me

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Yeah, I'm on the move, what you wanna do?
Five-inch muse, yeah, I take you to the moon
To the dark side, you rolling with the shine
Half of them boys, bet they never get a trial
Never will I buy the notion I should bow
To conform to a system that'd sentence me to die
Decadence and shine, prefaces that I'll die
Young, counting ones, I'ma live a life of crime
On my way to the tarmac, in that all black
Mulsanne, jet fuel, yeah, we charter that
G-5, New York, caught a heart attack
Since I've been gone, she was dead, but I brought her back
Bunch of cul-de-sac, where I'm ordered at
Same cell that I live, what you call a rap
You see that blogger crap, I don't want no part of that
I speak for the kids who be wondering where they father at

Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Half of the boys, yeah, they're trying to indict me
Ain't another like me, I'm what you need, baby
James Dean, get you Chris Louboutins, baby
Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Alex McQueen, baby, get you Celines, baby
Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Half of the boys, yeah, they're trying to indict me

Roger that, I'm on the corner trap
Ain't no turning back with this blood money laundering rap
In a couple weeks, a couple mill' to squander that
Partners in the prison screaming, "Where Obama at?"
I'm falling back, while you ponder that
On Sunset Boulevard looking for the trap
Cigar on my lap, thinking about the max
They gon' have to kill me, I ain't never going back
King of the jungle, one eye on the vultures
Other eye on the money, ma, you could call me Moses
I don't part the Red Sea, I fly across the ocean
In that G50 fitted, they likened me to Joseph
Kennedy, run the world from the Caribbean
Four-hundred-foot boats, this thing is simply riveting
Monte Cristo, take a puff of this living
In my own world, where only the villain win
Ten years, stripped of all my rights
But tonight, I'ma hit the strip and make it light
Hebrew supermodel with the short hair
Screaming, "East Side," crying blood, getting tears
Ten years, but I never lost sight
Living for today with a billion in my sight
I embody that Bugatti dope game boy life
You could say it's wrong, but ain't nothing all right

Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Half of the boys, yeah, they're trying to indict me
Ain't another like me, I'm what you need, baby
James Dean, get you Chris Louboutins, baby
Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Alex McQueen, baby, get you Celines, baby
Ain't another like me, that's unlikely
Half of the boys, yeah, they're trying to indict me

Writer(s): Michael J. Fonseca, Moses Michael Levi

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