| Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the fuck up
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| I’m shitting hard again, back up the dump truck
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| You underneath, then tough luck
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| I’ve been around the block before, know what’s what
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| Celebrated consistently, Blue should have never toast you niggas one cup
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| I was falling apart inside, but kept my physical silent
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| You heard the sounds, they throwing shots at me, I 52 blocked it
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| Life is a bumpy ride, I had to kick a few the fuck out it
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| Prolly could’ve forgave some of 'em, missed the principle bout it
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| I fell but grandma told me «Baby you gon' be ok»
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| This shit ain’t done, even though sometimes it may seem that way
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| A nigga run and playing we gon' have a DOA
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| I dip a few blocks, leave the bitch with my cuz where people stay
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| Money don’t make the man, but you better learn how to make you some
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| Envy’ll hide behind the compliments, so watch who you take em from
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| Long story short, our life’s a bitch, you’ve got to make her cum
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| I got shit I’m willing to die for, y’all better pay for them
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| Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design
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| You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you’re outta line
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| Talking just to talk, ain’t got a real reason behind the rhyme
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| Got to be 100 getting money, here’s the bottom line
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| Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
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| You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time
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| You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine
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| Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign
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| Uh, You thought my first was a fluke, I couldn’t believe y’all
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| Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream car
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| Masculine when I’m tapping in, keep the gossip between y’all
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| Hope you grow but you local though, never rocked an aren', dawg
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| Crazy keyboard killer, he ain’t got up out that apartment yet
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| You’ve got a few fists, talking designer with the architect
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| Your favorite rappers meme you to death, your bars ain’t sharpen yet
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| You jokers can’t get the time of day with the narcolept
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| You big shots are supposed to be busy, still got the time to vent
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| Couldn’t bear what I net, Kevin Durant, Ja Morant
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| Everybody behind the cams, behind my stamp
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| You know the ropes, put the dancing around behind you chimp
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| Always’ve been branded, might see the logo in any spot
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| Six figures off of hoodies every drop
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| I drive a pump, making the Chevy hop
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| One of the realest niggas to ever do it, dead or not
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| Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design
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| You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you’re outta line
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| Talking just to talk, ain’t got a real reason behind the rhyme
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| Got to be 100 getting money, here’s the bottom line
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| Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
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| You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time
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| You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine
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| Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign
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| Yo, mind your bidness, ain’t in my business meetings
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| Thank you for constant disbelieving, my gift is streaming in different regions
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| Another run, I’ma pick up leaving, my trips Beluga
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| I’m booked this season, you serious, is the hooker freezing?
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| Punches ringing like Davis and late payments
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| Too many dead pounds around me, I had to make changes
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| Coat so heavy they brake hangers, you’ve got to check the pockets
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| You moving backwards, more withdrawals, and less deposits
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| I seen you out there complaining, I’ve been cooking, damn
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| Speaking on me like you know me, never shook my hand
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| Before you die, got to make it out the hoods the plan
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| Red circles, middle of white tees, the look’s Japan
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| Don’t need my number, nine out of ten, I ain’t picking up
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| Liquored goons got the heart of a lion with the cup
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| Everybody chasing the bag, 'till somebody zips it up
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| You gon' leave up out here struggling or rich as fuck?
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| Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design
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| You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you’re outta line
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| Talking just to talk, ain’t got a real reason behind the rhyme
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| Got to be 100 getting money, here’s the bottom line
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| Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
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| You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time
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| You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine
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| Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign |