| Your boy is a motherfuckin' soldier
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| Never looked over my shoulder
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| And my heart is ice cold and it’s only gettin' colder
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| To whoever is listenin' you know I’ve been in it for a minute and I’m winnin'
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| Spinnin' put these rings all on my fingers and they blink
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| Rappin' and producin', now I’m singin' when I’m
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| I’m makin' a million (I'm not kiddin')
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| I don’t feed it, I’m different
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| You other niggas stay the same but the shit is shiftin'
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| Lip-synchin', got the real shit, it’s sinkin'
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| Comin' in with the boy, what the fuck you guys thinkin', we’re not clickin'
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| I’m focused, man
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| Makin' all the competition look hopeless, man
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| I’m a tickin' time bomb and I’m about to blow
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| Now let’s go (brruh)
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| (Look at me)
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| 300 and 60 degrees, OG
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| 300 and 65 days on repeat
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| that dope shit, give you what you need
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| You see, I don’t give a fuck if you agree
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| E A U X M Y G O D
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| With the girl on the street like «damn, he’s a freak»
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| Your boy look at me like «damn, he’s a beast, he’s a beast»
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| Were waitin' on the shit, aren’t ya?
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| What’s he gonna do? |
| Is he gonna do it? |
| (ya)
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| Couple hundred thousand and you wish I blew it (ya)
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| Fuck all the commotion, man I’m seein' through with (ya)
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| I’m focused, man
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| Makin' all the competition look hopeless, man
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| I’m a tickin' time bomb and I’m about to blow
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| Now let’s go (brruh) |