| I been fucked up too long
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| I been feeling the vibe, and killing this drink
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| What you nigga’s on is not my concern so fuck what you thought
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| Move and think
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| Doing all that i ought to, this shit is flowing like water
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| I been in my own zone in my ol' roll in my own clothes when the smoke blows
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| Saying peace to all them girls that blow up my phone
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| Tell the truth ain’t no time for that, and I ain’t need no rhyme for that
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| Truly I see dudes looking at me trying to throw me for a loop
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| Know they rather see themselves blow up than me hop out that coupe
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| And I can’t blame em, if it wasn’t me that pioneered this lane
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| I’d be highway patrol, pulling nigga’s over for my gain
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| I’m not shady you know
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| It’s every man for himself when them dollars come out
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| My worth and my dollar amount go up when I open my mouth
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| And these days you can’t grab a cheque unless you dab
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| I hit them folks that made rock and scoop them haters in my lap
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| And tell em if you gon ride my dick you might as well go and get comfortable
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| I don’t plan on stopping what I do for me because of you
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| I tell em I’m just trying to be the greatest nigga ever
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| No not rapper, what I do is way bigger
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| What I do is paint pictures, what they do is claim bitches
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| They down to get used but I am not no Bill Withers
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| Uh this is how it’s supposed to be Everybody’s straight long as they close to me When I can’t get no peace I grab my Rosary
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| Just know when you hot they crowd around
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| If you go cold they all going to wanna flee
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| I tell my nigga Kale to pour me up a drink
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| And tell em I’m good, uh My nigga I’m straight, yeah
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| And no matter where we go, no matter what we loss we gon be okay uh Yeah, uh So tell em I’m good, yeah uh My nigga I’m straight, yeah
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| And no matter where we go, no matter what we loss we gon be okay, yeah
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| What I know is, they all got hidden motives
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| Want to put shit all the way then cross over like Hardaway
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| And they hoping that we don’t notice
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| Dog you sounding bogus
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| I’ll do magic and apperance hop the game like Hocus Pocus
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| And I’ll just let you know this, Caleborate ain’t for it I don’t come with a price tag and selling out sounding foreign
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| Told professor I’m sorry but finals week I’ll be touring
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| Please take these tickets as gratitude and come support it That time is almost coming it’s my season
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| Know everything I get isn’t given but given to me for good reason
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| Now fuck all the seasoning It’s the sauce
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| I done soaked enough game It’s time for me to play the boss now
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| «Aww shit»
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| I’m picking my classes, skipping them all to make all this rap
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| Look at my words
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| Everything fit in a verse, just to make it to the first
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| Niggas with Glocks
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| We know that they never pop they want their songs to get hot
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| We want it all
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| And we want to get off the block watch how I work with the rock
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| Young nigga made moves so damn much I think I’m allergic to stop
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| Independent trying to win a pendant with a hand penning on my competition and
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| they want me to flop
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| I don’t get busy with that Imma just stick to the rap
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| Don’t think they see me coming but I’m up to something
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| Know I’m in my jumpman
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| This is how it’s supposed to be Everybody’s straight long as they close to me When I can’t get no peace I grab my Rosary
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| Just know when you hot they crowd around
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| If you go cold they all gon wanna flee
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| I tell my nigga Kale to pour me up a drink
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| And tell em I’m good uh My nigga I’m straight yeah
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| And no matter where we go, no matter what we loss we gon be okay uh yeah uh So tell em I’m good, yeah uh My nigga I’m straight, yeah
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| And no matter where we go, no matter what we loss we gon be okay
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| Heh, yeah
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| Man this nigga not out here bruh he always say this shit
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| Damn lets go!
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| He do this shit every time bruh oh imma be ready imma be outside chilling
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| He said he gonna be ready in 10 minutes
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| Hurry up come on lets go!
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| There we go, there we go Damn, damn nigga
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| Whats up fool
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| My auntie and shit
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| Gotta get to this money
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| Okay |