| I kneel, I pray, I stay away
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| I won’t change, and I ain’t no fake
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| If you ever cross me, better look both ways
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| I got too much sauce and a lot at stake
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| I’m ahead my space, way out your range
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| I mute you lames and I talk big game
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| If you ever cross me, better look both ways
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| I got too much sauce and a lot at stake, yeah
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| Yeah, New York with my state of mind (State of mind)
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| Every statue is at liberty to get declined (It's Dax)
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| I break rules, every branch that I will defy
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| Is governed by the thoughts that you heard through a grapevine
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| Me and Siri switching lanes to my baselines
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| Hangin' up on bitches, throwin' pussy for a FaceTime
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| They say dawgs go to heaven, so these niggas out here
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| Barkin' up a tree, I see 'em sniffin' like the canine
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| Niggas claimin' that I don’t spit hot shit
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| I murder beats off top, that’s off rip (Off rip)
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| Six feet is the distance, your coffin
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| Is buried in the place, I got crowds doin' moshpits, ah! |
| (Woo)
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| And I ain’t never gettin' boxed
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| In my three step drop, quarterbacks every option, ah!
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| And this is not a TikTok trend
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| Puttin' in work’s the only time that I clock in
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| Like Billie, I’m the bad guy
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| I lash out on the trash they let pass by
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| Then I go outside and start rappin'
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| I bet everybody watchin', think a nigga throwing gang signs
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| I kneel, I pray, I stay away
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| I won’t change, and I ain’t no fake
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| If you ever cross me, better look both ways
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| I got too much sauce and a lot at stake
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| I’m ahead my space, way out your range
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| I mute you lames and I talk big game
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| If you ever cross me, better look both ways
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| I got too much sauce and a lot at stake, yeah
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| Yeah, look
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| Well, it’s the big bill countin', little bill stripper tippin'
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| Bad bitch with a big plan, got a bigger vision
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| No time for you, all my time’s spent makin' decisions
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| I’m the product and the dealer, on a mission for commission (Woo)
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| If you ever cross me don’t be callin' me
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| People tryna make themselves look better with they apology
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| Ain’t got nothin' to do with me, diamonds still on two degrees
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| Got rid of the leeches, all of a sudden I got jewelry
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| 'Cause all of a sudden I got my bread up, 'cause I got fed up
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| They used to block me, now it’s Versace like I’m Donatella
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| And now my life is bomb as ever, sweet as Amaretto
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| I’m hoppin' out and now the driver holdin' my umbrella
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| 'Cause it’s a snowstorm now and I’ma make it rain (Woo)
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| Mexicans gon' always find a way even if it ain’t a way
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| How you gonna try and cross me? |
| You got a bum knee
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| Cross 'em over, back it up, I hit 'em with the fadeaway
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| I kneel, I pray, I stay away
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| I won’t change, and I ain’t no fake
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| If you ever cross me, better look both ways
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| I got too much sauce and a lot at stake
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| I’m ahead my space, way out your range
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| I mute you lames and I talk big game
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| If you ever cross me, better look both ways
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| I got too much sauce and a lot at stake, yeah
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| I kneel, I pray, I stay away
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| I won’t change, and I ain’t no fake
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| If you ever cross me, better look both ways
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| I got too much sauce and a lot at stake |