| Some shit just don’t rub you right when you first hear about it
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| Like lookin' at the Freshman List, your name ain’t on the ballot, man
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| I’m lookin' at the piece on my side, I can’t go nowhere without it
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| People always tryna run up on somebody, get some clout, and
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| I’ve been in and in and out the bank, in and out the bank
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| Wonder what my mind is on, it’s not what you think
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| I’m blowin' out the big gas, all I smoke is dank
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| These rappers tryna formulate, I love this shit, I fornicate
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| I’m playin' with the kitty, finger fuckin' on the money
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| Every blunt cost me a check, like I’m smokin' out a hunnid
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| Sorry bae, wanna come 'round, but this here Ferrari play
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| Meanin' every sixty seconds, I go so, so far away
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| I’m a pimp in every sense of the word, dog, ya heard
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| How I met this girl on fourth of July, but fucked her on the third?
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| How I feel like DJ Khaled? |
| I got all my bags secured
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| How I went and grew some wings when all my dogs was pitchin' birds?
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
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| Nothing that you go through ever gonna stay, ayy, yeah
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| And I’ve been going through it, so I’m tryna get this K, ayy, yeah
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| Nothing that you go through ever gonna stay, ayy, yeah |