| Yeah
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| Alright, plug gonna be here in 8 minutes, let’s see if I can get this
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| 99 Neighbors, yo, I gotta give it to these new kids
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| Mama callin' me like boy what state is you in? |
| (She ain’t callin' yo' dumbass)
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| Travel all the time, you know my patience thin
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| I’ll get my paper thick like that’s my golden rule, make them digits
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| I done manifested this since dropping school, holy shit I
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| Never go back to the darker days
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| Never go back that way
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| Damn. |
| I got bags to chase
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| Blow pack to the face
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| Got rats in the race, go find 'em
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| Hoping things don’t end violent, don’t like sirens either
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| Fuck that bitch delete her, If she hurt you leave her
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| If she ain’t about your shit then why the fuck you need her?
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| I been blowing up stage and I might break the meter
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| I might buy that two seater, spent my time with two liters
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| Cocaine flow, that nose bleeder
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| Cookin' up on that new heater
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| Cold hearted, I’m never stressin' shit (Bro, you always stressin')
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| More money more problems, this black excellence
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| Back in my bag, back on the road
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| Back to me blackin' out on flows, screamin' motherfuck the president, ayy
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| Anything goes this year, I’m still sleepin' on the floor this year
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| My nigga, hold my beer, back in my groove
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| Shadow boxing the devil blindfolded, I stick and move
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| When there’s way too many vultures in the room
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| Check it, I’ve been that nigga since I hopped up off the porch
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| Of course it’s that pretty mother fucker with the torch, you’re all welcome
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| The apple never gets too far from the tree it fell from
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| The rose that grew from concrete on this album, ayy
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| If you hatin', suck my dick from the back
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| I never lack, I’m more focused than ever
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| Never relaxed, semi-detached
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| Pack bags, hit the high road, renovate for the better
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| Only chance in hell that I can get recognition in heaven, bitch
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| So let me live, I’ve been givin' all I can give
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| I’m tryna breathe, in between sippin' all I can sip
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| Bitch, get a grip, who’s the rawest off rip? |
| (Not you, nigga)
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| Answer my question, saucing daily don’t get caught in the mix, this life a
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| blessing
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| Moving onto better things, wasn’t living right for a minute
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| Angle my scope, fix my sights, like a rifle, I’m in it
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| I’m after, past passes and some first class baggage
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| I’m tellin' all these suits next to me I did it off rappin'
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| I’m braggin' of course, haters get torched, the young hell spawn
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| Don’t make me pull a motherfuckin' belt on them niggas
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| All that hatin' ain’t improvin' on your health, my nigga
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| Being jealous never helped none of your wealth, go figure
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| We keep it, most definitely doper than them, stories begin
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| This a legacy, it never could end, flow through my pen
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| All these moments that I spent with my friends
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| It all depends, what’s the most that you willin' to lend? |