| As I flip through pages of my notepad
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| Wow, I really wanna shine (M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
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| That’s what it boils down to, real shit
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| I just want my mind to be free
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| Never mind if they fond of me, I’ve been a beast
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| I recline in my seat, number nines on my feet
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| Womanizer admittingly, but mind you I’m deep
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| Although they inclined to critique
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| Motherfuck 'em, they couldn’t lace up a nigga’s Chukka’s
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| Cause money talk and I make them bustas pay for discussion
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| Chasing duckets, chasing dreams, got me praying for foes
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| Chasing hoes, dick ‘em good enough to make ‘em propose
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| Winning, the feeling is so incredible
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| Something that’s forever true, my niggas over revenue
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| Little bit of Chanel, decorate your appearance
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| Double C’s on your purses, perfect I get the message
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| Isabel Marant, I get you some, you give me that
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| All of my thoughts fluorescent ink, though I’m always thinking black
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| Sitting back, cognac, sixty-two behind the pack
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| I ain’t thug, but I ain’t stupid four niggas, five slaps
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| Hold up, fire shots for the winners
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| And as long as I’m delivering, this genre’s gon' be winning
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| Double M-G pimping, my relevance never ending
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| My penmanship ain’t too pretty, my ink is why they gon' feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me, Lord
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me, Lord
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| Double M-G, thank you, this the real me
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| I got a couple old schools and some new girls
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| They like old jewels and new pearls
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| They obey no rules, they some rude girls
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| You know the bad ones, that rule the world
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| They just wanna have fun, and crash parties
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| But when them games is over, they down to ride for me
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| Bonnie and Clyde story, Mick and Mallory
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| A killer in them sheets, they bring that ish up out of me
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| After that I sit and counting G’s after G, cause it’s right back to these ends
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| Send her on her way, tell her come back with some friends
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| We can do it all again
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| The repetition that I like, the reputation of a pimp
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| And I do it all on him, peep the way I limp
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| Pimp walk I been brought my chick, it was money well spent
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| They say it’s cold-blooded how I talk
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| I been winning this way for years, so what if I ain’t lost?
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me, Lord
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| This ink is why they feel me, Lord
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| This ink is why they feel me
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| Double M-G, thank you, this the real me
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| Sometimes it’s like, eyes is low, moment is perfect
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| You see things brighter than you normally see
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| With twenty-twenty, ya know?
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| Enjoy your vice |