| Out in LA in the hills where I’m at
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| I been getting to the bag yeah I’m still doing that
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| Put some ice up on my chain I get chills wearing that
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| I done came a long way put my city on the map
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| All the foreigns push to start we ain’t ever going back
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| Whole club full of broads we ain’t ever love 'em back
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| I can’t let 'em get too far cuz they always get attached
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| And she never get my heart all she get is double taps
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| Yeah
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| Trend setter
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| The bag getter
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| The flow been getting too hot like it’s black leather
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| I be sending girls home with a Baz sweater
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| And I be killing all these rappers like a vendetta
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| I know they coming for my spot but I won’t ever let up
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| All my shit been poppin' off I’m still feeling fed up
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| Even when I’m going through it Imma keep my head up
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| And I done burned a lot of bridges but my side is better
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| So what they saying doesn’t matter cuz they ain’t do nothing bout it
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| I don’t need a lot of chairs I don’t like my table crowded
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| Everybody give advice but they never been about it
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| Took the knife out my back cut the ties leave 'em hanging
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| Out in LA in the hills where I’m at
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| I been getting to the bag yeah I’m still doing that
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| Put some ice up on my chain I get chills wearing that
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| I done came a long way put my city on the map
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| All the foreigns push to start we ain’t ever going back
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| Whole club full of broads we ain’t ever love 'em back
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| I can’t let 'em get too far cuz they always get attached
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| And she never get my heart all she get is double taps
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| Yeah
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| All my music live forever I’mma be immortal
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| I ain’t with the buddy buddy shit I’m never cordial
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| I can’t tell you how I did it I would rather show you
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| If you don’t want it like I want it this ain’t meant for you
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| I done seen 'em get complacent now they falling off
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| Everybody wanna be complaining when they take a loss
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| I’mma keep it pushing I ain’t waiting for another call
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| Ain’t nobody playing my position so I gotta ball
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| This ain’t happen overnight
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| I be doing what I like
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| Put the stars in the roof
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| Cuz my future looking bright
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| When I step into the booth
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| Put my pain in the mic
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| If they really tryna find me
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| Then I tell 'em I be
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| Out in LA in the hills where I’m at
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| I been getting to the bag yeah I’m still doing that
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| Put some ice up on my chain I get chills wearing that
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| I done came a long way put my city on the map
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| All the foreigns push to start we ain’t ever going back
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| Whole club full of broads we ain’t ever love 'em back
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| I can’t let 'em get too far cuz they always get attached
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| And she never get my heart all she get is double taps
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| Yeah |