| (In my eyes, in my eyes
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| In my eyes, in my eyes)
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| Well, know the Devil wear Prada but she gotta go someday
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| I wake up, tell Alexa how I feel some days
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| These days ain’t easy, you know
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| I get sicker like a nigga fucked around and sneezed in the flow
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| T to the O, O to the S, that’s I-I
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| It’s gon' take more than them plaques just to make the dog cry
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| I don’t win gold off the love songs that I sold
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| But I feel like it’s gettin' old, I could switch it up, I make all kinds
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| Different statistics, I hop that you listen, don’t go missin'
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| When they tll me, «Don't be cocky», I do my ego trippin'
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| Or maybe that’s just the Devil on my left shoulder
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| Say I’m gettin' wiser, I’ve been gettin' older
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| Yeah, what are the greats for if they not great no more?
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| How to fuck who we love if no one will hate no more?
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| Hate fake asses, boy, and trippy if it was no more
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| And for Beijing, I’ma hell on you, you
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| You, you the type want your cake and eat it too, huh?
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| Selfish ass nigga
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| Yeah, I was built off the hate, but I can’t take no more
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| Yeah, I can’t do fake no more
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| HP’s and a half, and a dash say two-hunnid
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| The same ones who used to be proud of me, same ones who gunnin'
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| Niggas be cuttin' and runnin' for shit, for high hopes
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| Not knowin' that you crime that house, buddy, that’s just a high slope
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| I put dots where the I’s go, made a lot off the lies told
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| They say I’m done, but to me, nigga, that’s bold
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| Crib lookin' vacant, I’m home alone like Macaulay Culkin
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| Niggas try and save me from snitches, we call that Peter Parker
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| You can tell Peter Parker, bitch, I done seen the darkest
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| I thank God for a good team, tell the labels, «Free the artists»
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| Two times, we the hardest
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| Old man, we done charted
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| I feel like Ryan Cornell where they say that he the target
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| I see the other side let off a shot, then let off a shot
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| Them boys gonna double-back, cool if I ripped his head off or not
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| I was tryna head to the top then stop for some head I had got
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| From a bitch who doubted me then finally she said that I’m hot
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| Where the fuck is Morris? |
| I been buyin' OnlyFans
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| 'Cause that’s chump change to that money that’s sittin' in rubber bands
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| And I ain’t one for the double stands
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| The one who’d let a woman be a woman, now, that’s the one you call a man
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| Yeah, they gon' try to flip roles and all you gotta know is I told you
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| Yeah, it get hard sometimes, it get hard but you gotta be a soldier
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| Yeah, uh, don’t come easy at times when you need me, at times, I bend over, yeah
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| Backwards for you, I’m the only one who’ll move backwards for you
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| (In my eyes, in my eyes
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| In my eyes, in my eyes) |