| My girl tell me, ain’t nothing realer
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| I look her in her eyes, then I’m like
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| «You fo' real huh?»
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| And she could be lying (lying)
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| I’m so DTA, not much get by me (by me)
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| I’m tryna run LA, them lights be shinning
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| But I don’t wanna know like Mario Winans
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| And at the same time, they can’t mess with me rhyming
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| My friends don’t come around no more, we growing up
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| But when I get the money, watch niggas start showing up
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| That’s customized greatly, niggas change for the better
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| The same young Casey, never shaving off letters
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| And I ain’t saying it’s gon' come fast
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| But I can’t just leave it in my past (past)
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| My past is my present and my future comes last (last)
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| I’m all about cash reminiscing old girls that came last
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| The same difference is, them girls will never last
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| I swear, I’m just young you didn’t know my…
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| I think I struck the gold mine, thinking about old times
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| Check the road signs, turn the lights on (lights on)…yea it’s showtime
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| (showtime x3)
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| Outro: ayee said it’s customized greatly
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| Customized greatly x3
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| (This is volume two) |