| How he always keeping all his promises?
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| How he always seeming like he’s problemless?
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| How he keep achieving these accomplishments?
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| Guess it’s hard to see the top when you a bottom bitch
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| Bada-boom, badda-bing
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| Don’t know what I’m supposed to do
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| We been over here posted up
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| You ain’t fucking with it, good for you
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| And it feels like a poker room
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| And the bluffing’s so monotonous
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| Most of populous should know whole squad goes, it’s obvious
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| Take midtown through the shows and continents
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| Set the condo' in the Congo
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| In a poncho with a bongo
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| Hit a loudmouth with a Drago combo
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| Even his mom’ll go «Bravo!» |
| (Bravo!)
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| Dippin' pronto in the Bronco
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| Dudes get sick like Monsanto
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| When the top bro singing a soprano, prom, no
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| Y’all don’t want the dolo sweet bars at ours so
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| I was up in the studi (o)
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| You was online on Tinder (hoe)
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| Tryna find you a Karrueche
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| I was sleeping 'lone all winter
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout comfort
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| I ain’t never had that know-how
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| It’s the Killer City Committee and Muscle Chestbrook’s running the
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| point-to-point
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| Doubt how your bro do so rank that’s ill
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| Ghost rider can’t see Gates
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| You motherfuckers on NyQuil
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| Me and Coolie stay 'wake
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| Everyday wake and bake, eggs and bacon
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| Everyday move, they make legs is breaking
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| Here’s something a doctor can’t fix, a dollar can’t get you
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| I’ll get back which ya
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| How he always keeping all his promises?
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| How he always seeming like he’s problemless?
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| How he keep achieving these accomplishments?
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| Guess it’s hard to see the top when you a bottom bitch
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| Killer City the Commitee, yes
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| Staying Swanky while we DIBKIS, yes
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| Y’all are problems and what is this mess?
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| Y’all can never keep my interests, next
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| I’ma need about a couple checks
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| Got you niggas yelling «iMAYDAY!, Wrek»
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| Me and Scarr at the casino, bets
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| Y’all ain’t really been strong-armed yet
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| I’ma pull up at the Walmart
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| In the parking lots doing donuts in the golf cart, facts
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| Then I’m heading up to where they keep the Carhartts
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| That he copping in the mall like I’m Paul Blart
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| I ain’t never been afraid of a little sentimental
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| Put my feelings on a card like I’m Hallmark
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| Hardy-harr, I just laugh when I hear these niggas rap
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| I’m a fucking all-star in this ball park
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| It’s Coolie baby, I am welcoming everyone to my Swanky affair
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| The ambassador but I ain’t really taking it there
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| Give it I got nothing to spare
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| And I suggest you come with it, 'cause I ain’t making it fair
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| We be steady creating for all these people to judge
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| And my feelings about it when they ain’t showing me love
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| You should really be happy that I’ma step in your club
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| But I ain’t worried about it because I hang out with thugs
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| Champagne Saturdays, that’s the move
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| Ice Tea, Rosé, exquisite food
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| Three piece band and they playing the groove
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| Y’all don’t understand shit at this magnitude
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| Making waves all up and down the avenues
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| And y’all afraid 'cause I’m doing what I have to do
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| There ain’t nothing you can do and it’s sad, but true
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| I’m just a young lil' nigga with an attitude
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| How he always keeping all his promises?
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| How he always seeming like he’s problemless?
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| How he keep achieving these accomplishments?
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| Guess it’s hard to see the top when you a bottom bitch
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| I been up five full days
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| Excuse my ignorance
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| Man I’m a passo, blaze
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| Don’t know what to do with my hands
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| Stop, no way, no chance
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| Like I rock show, stage, I got bands
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| Stand funny while I hold my pants
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| Use the money like a phone while I dance
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| But I seen it come and go like cell reception
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| A failed investment, a frail contestant
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| No chill, no resting, gotta still finesse them
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| 'Cause I still assessment with the railed investment
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| No real exception, I won’t show sweat
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| Will they catch on? |
| I don’t know yet
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| Just know that gang go, just know that flow wet
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| Just know I can’t slow up, no I won’t quit
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| You crossed me and mine on your hand, no
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| 'Less you walking on water or turning water to wine
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| I ain’t got nothing for you because I value my time
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| Niggas die or go harder, they getting harder to find
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| And I’m extra calm, my look is nonchalant
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| I’ma test a llama when I spot tonight
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| My squad is extra on you, ex cons or not
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| My team sets the bar, you less confident
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| When we in this bitch, bitch
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| How he always keeping all his promises?
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| How he always seeming like he’s problemless?
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| How he keep achieving these accomplishments?
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| Guess it’s hard to see the top when you a bottom bitch |