I keep my channels open nobody knows where I come from.
My mind's a gadget it's imploding like a nuclear bomb.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
I'm mister nice, you're in check and the end my arm.
They hold me up in customs and they pull my bags off of the plane.
Dope sick in Hong Kong cause my drugs are on the red eye to Spain.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
I got the looks that make officers set off alarms.
All my connections they are turning on the drop of a dime.
Feeling the heat inside my bloodstream flowing into the wine.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
Some can't prove it.
I'm mister nice and I'm one step ahead of the man.
I'm mister nice and I'm one step ahead of the man.
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