| You my right hand, you my go to
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| Told me everything about you, that’s a bold move
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| I know that you’re out here
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| And there’s things you gotta go through
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| Just know that these streets just don’t love you like I do
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| Yeah, and they never will
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| But I swear you gotta chill
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| You wanna grip a Benz wheel
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| And I know you can’t wait
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| You dream big and sleep late
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| You got a lot on your plate
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| That’s why you’re always working out
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| Taking pictures of yourself
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| You don’t see anybody else
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| And you’re like, «Oh well»
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| You’re like, «Fuck it, oh well»
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| My past behind me like a ponytail
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| But you my right hand, you my go to
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| Told me everything about you, that’s a bold move
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| I know that you’re out here
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| And there’s things you gotta go through
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| Just know that these streets just don’t love you like I do
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| Yeah, and they never will |