| I went through Hell just to feel accepted
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| I used to hold my tongue, but turned it to a weapon, yeah
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| Was never good with puns, I hope you get the message
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| Although we had a lot of fun, thank God for all these blessings, yeah
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| I know you know that
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| We came too far to fall out
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| But I know and you know that
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| We came too far to fall out now
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| I do what I wanna, fuck the drama
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| Girl, you not my mama, yeah
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| Bitch, I stack these commas, do it for my papa
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| And I keep a Llama, yeah-yeah
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| This life that made a monster, money, that’s my genre
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| Been that since a toddler
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| Search 2K on Google, baby, never been imposter
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| Toaster Strudel, knock off all your noodles 'til you pasta
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| No more rasta
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| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing
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| I must be honest
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| I gotta be honest
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| We stay on offense
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| Hero, we hawk him
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| We just might off him
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| Lay that boy in a coffin
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| I know you know that
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| We came too far to fall out
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| But I know and you know that
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| We came too far to fall out now
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| To fall out now, yeah
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| They gon' call out now, yeah
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| Watch us ball out now
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| We gon' stack this money, tall count now, yeah
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| Keep it one hunnid
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| Stingray, it go two hunnid
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| In a day, we make three hunnid
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| Taylor-made gang, four hunnid, yeah
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| Now I know something
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| Bitches ain’t nothing
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| No, I can’t love shit
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| My feelings tucked in
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| No, I ain’t frontin'
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| I keep it two hundred
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| Baby, fuck the assumptions
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| But the youngin' keep runnin'
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| But I know and you know that
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| We came too far to fall out now |