| Every day I’m counting up my paper
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| Petty niggas hate, the ones in public with the vapors
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| Leave 'em in the dust and then we tell 'em see you later
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| Only people that truly know me is my mama and my maker
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| Shawty, you like my freeform dreads
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| I love it when she give a nigga freeform head
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| It’s the banana boy, favorite color you know
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| Yellow is the new black, and I’m Mr. Caputo
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| Close the blinds
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| I want to see me shine
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| Don’t want to hear you chime
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| I want to see me glisten
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| Close the blinds
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| I want to see me shine
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| Don’t want to hear you chime
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| I want to see me glisten
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| Dreads like Bob Marley, hardly ever call these hoes
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| I’m too gnarly, look like George Foreman
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| Couldn’t afford Jordan’s, talk to informant, never
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| I’m important, maybe I might die
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| Baby girl, I’m the cream of the crop (Yeah)
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| Creme de la creme, got the juice so they jock (True)
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| Women in my city treat a nigga like I’m Diddy
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| Pimpin' ain’t a thang, I’m independent with my lane (Ay!)
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| Aminé very fly (Yeah), Aminé don’t even try (No)
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| He raps and then he dips, he never singin' for no tricks (yeah)
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| Turn on your TV, then you might see me
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| Aminé don’t give a fuck because I know that I’m the G |