| I just want to go to a place I don’t know
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| Candles lit by me while I play my favorite song
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| My heart beat jumping when I hear that ringtone
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| I’m only talking money, I don’t like no bad calls
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| She wanna read my mind
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| But it lock, like my jaws
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| And these niggas sorry like a pillow on the wall
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| My call log jumping from the dusk to the dawn
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| And I don’t ever cry cause I’m happy I’m alone
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| Ten thirty-three in the morning, bitch I’m smoking
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| Creations get abnormal, bitch I’m focused
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| I note this
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| Got you on a, but you open
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| Niggas bite my persona
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| They wanna clone me
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| And ain’t no slave, you can’t own me
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| Self employed, at the moment
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| And if you’re trying to get it, got it on me
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| Wanna get it off me, that’s gon' have to cost G
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| Turn into a boss now
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| These niggas wanna off me
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| Shoutout to my family
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| Raised me right and tought me
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| Never trust a soul in the streets
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| People plot things
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| I don’t want to miss you girl
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| Cause the feelings start things
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| Bitch you I’m coming to your city
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| Know they feel me
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| Shout out to my niggas
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| And
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| Shoutout to my real queens
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| Shout to my city and, all them niggas chilling
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| Shout out my supporters know ya’ll watching me progressing
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| I’mma keep it true for the music, it’s a blessing
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| And I’m not trying to preach
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| I’m an artist not a reverend
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| But I gotta lead all my squads in directions
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| Follow as we mark off all the ejections
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| Bitch |