| Inspired by women, niggas say that I treat em different
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| Niggas be bitches, hoes be bitches, I don’t see no difference
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| Shawty my aim is different, DC my English iffy
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| Solo I be but I’m on my feet, I got these angels with me
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| Tired of making money, I’m on to making history
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| Fuck how they feel, I keeps it realer than a documentary
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| Shit I be feeling like real niggas don’t make it to 50
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| And I be feeling Malcolm, Martin, and Pac would defend me
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| I focus on chicken, my Corazon frigid
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| Don’t trust no cheap rubbers, don’t trust no dirty bitches
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| Sipping Moscato with models having exotic dishes
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| But it don’t mean shit unless I know that my genre respected
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| I deserve praise, I deserve applause
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| Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call
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| It’s all work, no days off
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| I’m on a great run, Wale Folarin
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| Make sure that they always talk of me
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| Make sure these bitches in awe for me
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| Make sure to give them my all
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| And now they know that we on
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| And ay ay ay…
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| GQ man of the year, Cudi, Drizzy and me
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| Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase
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| When you winning obese, all your haters fatigued
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| Got me counting my blessings, it took me A-D to see
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| When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave
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| When you rapping how I’m rapping, they fellatio free
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| I was pacing myself, hope you patient as me
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| Plus I got a lot, niggas ain’t make it to see it
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| We black niggas with ambition, they gon respect it
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| And I know I’m kinda vain, but what real nigga isn’t
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| I’m tryna style on some bitches and keep it introspective
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| I’m tryna stun em like everybody was second guessed it
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| Wale
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| Make sure that they always talk of me
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| Make sure these bitches in awe for me
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| Make sure to give them my all
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| And now they know that we on
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me
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| And ay ay ay…
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| Don’t ever hold your applause for me |