| I only get better
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| I only make moves
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| And I’mma dip out but I never quite lose
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| If we head south, never down with the blues, i’m too bright for that hue
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| My only vendetta is vetted in vain, my only restraints — embedded ingrained
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| Told me I couldn’t, it stood in my brain/ It stained
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| Only look that I’m serving is bursting disdain
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| What do they call it?. |
| Resting bitch face?
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| I got some rich taste with no funds to match, but they’ll catch up and stack up
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| at that, and they’ll overflow ‘cause my flow ain’t half bad, take it back-
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| fantastic
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| Humility seems seem tragic on a tracklist
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| Let me bump this ego for the masses
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| I don’t need status, status
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| Still move like I have it, have it
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| Still feel real lavish, lavish
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| I don’t need status, status
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| Still move like I have it, have it
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| Still feel real lavish, lavish
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| I’m a flex in itself, wearing cheap jeans and ripped tees but still steez like
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| chanel, still read like gold ink, I got dreams of gold sinks and mama w
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| diamonds as cold as an ice rink
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| I’m a text that you won’t get, a bid that you ain’t met, an if that you ain’t
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| fed and won’t feed
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| I got some doubts in my basement locked up complaining and now I’m making
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| success my safe haven
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| I don’t need status, status
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| Still move like I have it, have it
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| Still feel real lavish, lavish
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| I don’t need status, status
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| Still move like I have it, have it
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| Still feel real lavish, lavish
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| I’d rather be yearning than hurting
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| Every man is a lesson I’m learning
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| Got some weed, a new leaf that I’m turning
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| Every blunder a blunt that I’m burning
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| Got some flaws but they ain’t too concernin'
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| Got some grudges I threw in the furnace
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| I’m observin, this love shit’s a burden
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| I’m deserting he just diversion
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| When I drown us no we won’t resurface
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| If you want it you have to reserve it
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| I’m in demand and I’m yours for the earning
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| Up on the stand, show me that you’re deservin'
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| I don’t got space for the shifty, or the so-sos or the bougie sitting solo,
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| ‘cause they too good for a fucking convo, little do they know. |