| Yeah
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| Broke within
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| I used to be broke and sin
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| A bad kid by the age of 10
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| Nowadays I don’t pretend (Shh)
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| Circle real tight, and I don’t trust broken men
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| Thought that you was solid, but it won’t cement
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| Cut ties with those guys, haven’t spoke to them (Yeah)
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| Y’all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke’s on them
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| What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres
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| A league competin' where no team could beat us
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| I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us
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| I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas
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| In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don’t need the rear
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| Beast Coast, ball hard, we don’t need the deal
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| I am no Bogart and so neither was you
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| Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action
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| Four pound blastin'
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| I grew up a fuckin' screw up
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| You sick, I’m lit
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| Whole world been on acid since I blew up
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| Climbed up, countin' the loot up
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| You losers are just too much, I moved up
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| And do not need new love
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| My lifestyle determine my death style
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| The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy
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| Watch me walk in that crowd, fleezus christ in the flesh
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| Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events
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| Hell raiser, but he’s heaven-sent
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| Pearly gates, he’s on the fence (Oh)
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| Hell raiser, but he’s heaven-sent
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| The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence
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| AK Young Majesty
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| Think you’re immortal? |
| Come face the fatality
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| Hop out the portal like Morty
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| I take the last shot like I’m Horry
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| Head wrapped like you Ryu
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| Don’t fuck with the boy
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| Money my language, don’t need no subtitles
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| I puff 'til I’m idle
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| Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title
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| Until I volcano erupt, I’m a liar, get lost in the fire
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| Heard them throwin' shots again
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| You bitch niggas love the gossippin'
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| Big ballin', got a lot to spend
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| I don’t even keep score, bitch I got the win
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| They need me like oxygen
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| On me, the whole block depend
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| Don’t you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out
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| Faded off of shots of gin, I’m Pacquiao
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| I hear the money callin' like a pocket-dial (Brr)
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| Do what I wanna 'cause I’m poppin' now (Yeah)
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| Made it this far, ain’t no stoppin' now (Noo)
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| No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)
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| It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)
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| Let me live, let me live, let me live
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| I ain’t never coppin' out, I’m just tryna do big dough
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| Chain big, but I’m still the same kid
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| Now we sippin' champagne 'til we puke it out the window
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| Pukin' out the window, window
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| Bitch I’m hella faded tryin' not to crash the Benzo
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| Pukin' out the window, window
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| She says she don’t dance
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| Bet she shake it for these bands though
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| Can I live a little bit? |
| Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
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| Drinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)
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| Smokin' a little bit, ayy, ayy (Smokin' a little bit)
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| Can I live a little bit? |
| Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
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| Drinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)
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| Smokin' a little bit, ayy (Smokin' a little bit) |