| I got the sauce / Watch me drip
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| I got the sauce / I got the shits
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| They know my name / They know my gang
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| They know my songs / But don’t know my pain
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| I went 1st from last, I used to rap for Percocet’s, now I got money in perfect
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| stacks, Been in the gym got a perfect chest, know the government’s trying to
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| kills us off, look at All the food they been feeding us, modify the weather
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| they deleting us, find a new planet Then they leaving us, swear to God I could
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| never Make this up, tryna hide away from all The racist fucks, all the new
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| rappers getting paid to suck, all my fans god hope for me, I’m directly where
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| I’m supposed to be, chasing bands when I’m overseas I’ll perform but I won’t
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| for free I’m a star open the door for me, you can strip for me, feed me grapes
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| While I oversee, head to my room use the oval key I don’t really fuck with
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| nobody right Man and I’m saying this openly, I wanna hang by the ocean sea
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| while my drink getting Poured for me, got a few plans that u won’t believe
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| The day I don’t ask too much from you I say that way too much to assume make
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| each Verse knock that’s 2 for 2 ain’t no telling what a label gon do to you
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| like damn, I was a Hoop-a-loop, I always came short like an oomp-a-loomp,
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| now I float to the sky like a New balloon, with helium I drop a song and it
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| moves the room, power move, tryna get a Few cook-a-roos, new car with the roof
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| removed, back seat got some hookah too, save That shit for Tez me I smoke
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| blunts hate backwood stems, man, yall been stuck in the Past like your glasses
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| got a backward lens, when my man’s bring me in the whip I Leave my ash in the
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| back of the Benz, if your girlfriends friend got an ass then don’t Ever look at
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| the ass of friend if you don’t do drugs don’t ask for a friend, I don’t like
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| you And I don’t have to pretend, rolling weed while I’m smoking weed I just
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| sparked one While I’m packing it in, always down to ride for the ones I call my
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| guys, throw shots Anywhere round here its suicide, nigga like me man I’m a ride
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| or die |