| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I love my momma, she proud of me
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| Fuck everybody that doubted me, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Tryna be me, better back down
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| This chopper on me got a hundred rounds
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| Nigga act up, we gon' gun him down
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| She used to laugh, wanna fuck me now
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| Fucked that lil' ho, then I kicked her out, ha
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| Used to clean toilets, can never do that again
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| She on her knees like she’s praying at the Vatican
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| All of this money, could never be mad again
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| Ain’t talking money, nigga, you just babbling
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| Life got more fun when a nigga start travelling
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| Put a lil' rack on his head, like I’m balancing
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| I’m still going through some shit, and it’s challenging
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| Ha, for real though
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| Ha, still need a nympho
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| Gotta little money, now everybody kinfolk
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| Twin Uzi’s, yeah, them hoes akimbo
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| Still beat a lil' nigga ass like Kimbo
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| Bro, I swear I don’t know none of these niggas hating, like, what I gotta
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| pretend for?
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| Nigga just mad 'cause he been broke
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| I remember way back, niggas called Ben broke
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| Now, the same niggas ain’t got shit to say when I pull up
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| In a motherfuckin' Benzo
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| Still tryna cop the Porsche next summer, I ain’t fucking with the rental
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| Still gotta lot of shit on my mind
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| And it’s fucking with my mental
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| They say, «Autumn, boy, you in yo' prime
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| You just gotta keep goin'»
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| Still gotta lot of shit on my mind
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| And it’s fucking with my mental
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| They say, «Autumn, boy, you in yo' prime
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| You just gotta keep goin'» |