| Black Sun
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| Ayy ayy ayy
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| See water bring problems and paper bring haters
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| Don’t owe you no dollars, don’t owe you no favors
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| In da light or da dark, my ice shine like a saber
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| I’m gone be done shot ‘em, he think he a taker
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| Smokin' on dope while I wave at da neighbors
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| Fendi hat straight to da back like a skater
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| What’s on my wrist? |
| It cost more than a Jacob
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| In this bitch poppin' my shit like a sailor
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| Always knew dat I would be a star, now I’m lit-lit
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| Cruising in a wide-body car, that’s my big bitch
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| Dropped my last broad and I went and got a thick bitch
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| Whenever she catch a attitude, I give her dick-dick
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| Piss all these lil niggas off and put ‘em on da shit list
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| Buss-down wrist, sorry this is not a Fitbit
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| Walkin' wit' a bag full of bread like Bisquik
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| No I’m not a guppy in dat water, I’m a big fish
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| Fuck how they feel cause these niggas don’t keep it 100, had to get rid of my
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| conscience
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| She came wit' you but I bet I’ma leave wit' ya woman, 10 minutes later we
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| hunching
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| Money keep comin' and comin' and comin' in bunches, I got this shit in abundance
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| Dining at Nobu, I fucked around and got da munchies, havin' a rich nigga
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| luncheon
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| From nothin' to sum, yeah
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| Put a smile on my moms, yeah
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| I done ran up my funds, yeah
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| I got so many guns, yeah
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| On a hell of a run, yeah
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| You ain’t talkin' bout nun, yeah
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| I’ma keep this shit comin' for infinity and beyond, yeah
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| I done turnt to a monstar
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| They know I’m da one, yah
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| Fucked dat bitch like a pornstar
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| Her hair long like Rapunzel
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| And my heart is just so scarred
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| It cannot be undone, yah
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| Always knew I would go far
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| Hmph, peep this. |
| ridin' through da city wit' a freak bitch
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| Rock in' double G, on some G shit
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| Same nigga used to pull up in a G6
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| And I gotta stay fly like I’m 3−6
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| Honestly, they should’ve put me on da remix
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| I got on pink but don’t mistake it for no sweet shit
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| Try da gang, bust ya brain, you in deep shit
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| If it’s smoke, you will never see me tweet shit
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| Hit ya bitch, cause she went and liked 3 pics
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| Nun but 100's on my plate, yeah, deep dish
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| Niggas rockin' knock-offs, on some cheap shit
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| I can getcha knocked off, on some free shit
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| One thing I don’t do — never sneak diss
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| One thing I won’t do is repeat shit
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| Can’t speak on what I seen, like I’m teethless
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| Some niggas sit up and gossip
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| Some niggas go get a gaffle
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| Some niggas fuck up da profit
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| Some niggas hustling backwards
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| Sometimes I ride wit' a choppa
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| Or sometimes a Glock in a satchel
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| Some niggas just talk to be talkin'
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| But I practice what I preach like a pastor
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| From nothin' to sum, yeah
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| Put a smile on my moms, yeah
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| I done ran up my funds, yeah
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| I got so many guns, yeah
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| On a hell of a run, yeah
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| You ain’t talkin' bout nun, yeah
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| I’ma keep this shit comin' for infinity and beyond, yeah
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| I done turnt to a monstar
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| They know I’m da one, yah
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| Fucked dat bitch like a pornstar
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| Her hair long like Rapunzel
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| And my heart is just so scarred
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| It cannot be undone, yah
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| Always knew I would go far |