| Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
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| Mansions expand, haters don’t understand
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| All the work I was putting in
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| Now it’s raining bricks
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| Nigga please, I’m a G, you a sucka
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| Baby look at me and tell me what you in this truck for
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| $pitta brings Chevys out all summer
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| Winter I’m a slam in the H1 Hummer
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| 95 Air Max, dope runners
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| Shows every night, hella racks, doing numbers
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| Homie asks where y’all was at when it was struggling
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| You was playing the back, you was hiding from it
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| You ain’t want nothing, now you got nothing
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| While I’m smoking on an onion, counting something
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| Out yacht shopping, boat hunting, car lot copping
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| Call me if you want something
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| Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
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| Mansions expand, haters don’t understand
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| You ain’t notice all the work I was putting in
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| Underground in the kitchen, now it’s raining bricks
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| Hoe what? |
| I’m out your league
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| Smoking dolo, don’t come talking to me
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| Focused on money, baby I can’t see
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| No future in we, mama we can’t be
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| Pledge allegiance to garden green
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| THC in the oxygen that I breathe
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| New Year’s Eve is choppers by the trees
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| Bring it in safe, please you know how it be
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| Realer than TV, listen to OG’s
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| Stack dope before me then passed down rollies
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| To new breeds, this tradition
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| What have you been in?
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| Motherfucker you don’t know me, you kiddin'
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| Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
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| Mansions expand, haters don’t understand
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| You ain’t notice all the work I was putting in
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| Underground in the kitchen, now it’s raining bricks |