| Pressure on my shoulder, weight of world, man
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| Man the world ain’t fair
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| But put this on my life, I’ma shine this year
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| When you down bad, man, they love to call you broke
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| But when they see your wins, it give the whole hood hope, ayy
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| Why you hate on him, man, you must be doin' dope, hm
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| When they try to box you out, you kick the fuckin' door in
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| Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old friend
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| Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old friend
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| Why is you so nosy, tellin' everyone you know shit?
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| We gon' tell you pull up to the show, you ain’t on no list
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| Ooh, I feel so blessed just to share this, ooh
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| Last year was ridin' careless in Paris, ooh
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| Call up, they say the club finna hit cap, fuck it
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| We know the owner finna come through in the back runnin'
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| Just pulled up, he and me, but believe me, it’s more comin'
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| Across the room, she eyein' me, and honestly, she is stunnin'
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| Ooh, yeah I’ll steal her, take a bag to keep the beats runnin'
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| Still grindin' like there ain’t no bag and we ain’t did nothin'
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| Still know we good, still know we go, still got a way to go
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| They got a hand in every plate, don’t let 'em play with yours
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| Pressure on my shoulder, weight of world, man
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| Man the world ain’t fair
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| But put this on my life, I’ma shine this year
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| When you down bad, man, they love to call you broke
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| But when they see your wins, it give the whole hood hope, ayy
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| Why you hate on him, man, you must be doin' dope, hmm
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| When they try to box you out, you kick the fuckin' door in
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| Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old friend
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| Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old friend
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| Why is you so nosy, tellin' everyone you know shit?
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| We gon' tell you pull up to the show, you ain’t on no list
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| Ooh, I feel so blessed just to share this, ooh
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| Last year was ridin' careless in Paris, ooh
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| Ooh, I gotta shout out all my haters
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| You the reason why I had to run it up, get this paper
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| I had to grind and prove it to myself, 'cause wa’n’t nobody else listenin'
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| Worry 'bout myself and get that ill up out my system, man
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| I can’t have my piece on the lease, I need to own that
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| You fine as hell, I wanna rock your bell, but where your dome at?
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| All these plans I got, I need to expand to fold shit
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| Run up these O’s fast (Yeah), you gotta know that (Yeah)
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| Pressure on my shoulder, weight of world, man
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| Man the world ain’t fair
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| But put this on my life, I’ma shine this year
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| When you down bad, man, they love to call you broke
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| But when they see your wins, it give the whole hood hope, ayy
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| Why you hate on him, man, you must be doin' dope, hmm
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| When they try to box you out, you kick the fuckin' door in
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| Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old friend
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| Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old— |