| Man I hear these niggas talk
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| When I see 'em but they don’t really say it all
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| But we ain’t really feelin' y’all
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| Anyway man I swear that they fuckin' lost
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| Lost, in the sauce, they fuckin' lost
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| Lost, in the sauce, they fuckin' lost, lost
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| And I been tryna play it off
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| But somebody need to tell them who they really are
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| Uh, and tell 'em what I’m really 'bout
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| From the bottom nobody there to dig me out
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| All these gold diggin' hoes on a nigga now
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| Tell her take it the flo', baby sit it down
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| Uh, way before the rap nigga
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| I would barely wave to these wack niggas
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| But now I see 'em all with they hands out
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| Like a diver, I let 'em all drown
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| I’m yellin' out
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| Reportin' live somewhere on the cloud
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| Worldwide but these niggas know I’m westbound
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| Everybody takin' shots lemme get a round
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| Talkin' shit I plunge ya motherfucker
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| At the top come bungee with a motherfucker
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| Up all night, fuck who to rest with
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| And let ya girlfriend know who the best is
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| Man I hear these niggas talk
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| When I see 'em but they don’t really say it all
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| But we ain’t really feelin' y’all
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| Anyway man I swear that they fuckin' lost
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| Lost, in the sauce, they fuckin' lost
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| Lost, in the sauce, they fuckin' lost, lost
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| And I been tryna play it off
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| But somebody need to tell them who they really are
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| And come try to tell me that it’s hype now
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| Hollywood they ain’t ready for my lifestyle
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| Money talk, I don’t care how it might sound
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| Put yo' ears to the ground hear me comin' down
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| Like a stampede, live the fast life
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| Of a celebrity, these niggas ain’t won shit
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| Why they celebratin'?
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| On a whole 'nother level
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| On a elevator, got 'em lookin' to the sky
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| See me high up, finally everything
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| I desired, is in my hands
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| See so many niggas lose it, over this bullshit
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| No aim, shootin' for the stars with a full clip
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| Now they tryna get they hands in my pot
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| Lost in the sauce, meatball problems
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| Swear I, can’t take, no more of the nonsense
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| Tell 'em I’m ready for the consequence, bitch
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| Man I hear these niggas talk
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| When I see 'em but they don’t really say it all, all
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| But we ain’t really feelin' y’all
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| Anyway man I swear that they fuckin' lost, lost
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| Lost, in the sauce, they fuckin' lost, lost
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| Lost, in the sauce, they fuckin' lost, lost
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| And I been tryna play it off
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| But somebody need to tell them who they really are
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| Tell em |