| It’s that burgundy hoodie with ripped jeans with 8 ½ timbos
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| Been waiting in the cold and handing out mad demos
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| I drag weirdos by earlobes from stretch limos
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| I’m showing you the night like chilling with Jay Leno
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| I use words well, that’s word to my well worded
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| This alcohol i bring to the cup with bottle service
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| Im the big brother to niggas that fell circus
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| You ain’t nothing like your big brother, nigga you Seth Curry
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| You move like ya leg prosthetic, ya fake stepping
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| You tryna pick apart my story, no page left in
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| I’m shining from the ground, the ceiling’s my floor’s essence
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| Great lessons, so I soar through the air, like Dave Beckham
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| My city on my back like whip scars in slavery to it
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| Only nigga with the bravery to it
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| So it’s unidentified that I caught it like an alien do it
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| My script game, Scorsese into it
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| Niggas these shoes that I fill it
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| The moment, I’ll never step out 'em
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| Knowing a lot of niggas upset bout 'em
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| Regulars will keep you reg if you A-llow 'em
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| Go on my voice memo app to hear my next album
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| It’s triple-double with fire assists with an egg and orange juice
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| A piece of bacon and a side of grits
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| I’ve been through the jungle and seen it all like a fire stick
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| You get it a hieroglyph |