| Yeah, nigga, this shit real out here
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| Runnin' through the red light, lookin' through your rearview
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| Nigga might just sneak up on the car and try to spray you
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| Playin' for keeps out here in the A
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| It’s been a long time comin'
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| Aw, they ain’t think I’m gettin' my bag, ayy
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| Rain it up and gave 'em a sad face
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| Now anywhere around the globe, you rep the gang and you got rank, yeah
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| Gotta converse with the manager when I walk inside the bank, yeah
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| Who would ever think they was sleepin' on me?
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| Goyard with a half a million on me
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| R&D's, it’s like I’m possessed
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| All these diamonds on my chest
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| Sleepin' on the floor had made my heart colder
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| They try to make it hard for me, I never falter
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| Gotta say I’m good, I’m on the ESPY’s
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| I made millions by the day, check my chest piece
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| Try to take care of my family the best I know how
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| Bought myself a mansion, now I gotta buy everybody a house
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| Takin' care of my bitches like the mother of my child
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| God know all my brothers sin, I gotta blow this trial
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| You don’t get no guidance out the trenches to make it out
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| God knows I’ll never give up on you, never will
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| Shit gettin' hectic with the niggas that ya kill for
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| Money got me hesitant, what I got to live for?
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| All this fame gettin' terrible
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| All these rings and Berettas
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| Flawless victory, change the weather
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| Hurricane, natural disaster
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| Pour the lean for the bastards
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| Take the jet across the atlas
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| God I pray I forget my dada
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| 'Cause I didn’t grow up to be average
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| All the times he lied to me, ya gave up on my arteries
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| I was such a worried child, just wanted you to be a part of me
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| Fishscale projects made a man out me
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| Sleepin' on the carpet made a man out me
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| Full of medication, I wouldn’t change it
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| I was once broke but no complainin'
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| I finally start to embrace that I’m famous
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| It’s hard for me to erase when I was nameless
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| Aw, they ain’t think I’m gettin' my bag, ayy
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| Rain it up and gave 'em a sad face
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| Now anywhere around the globe, you rep the gang and you got rank, yeah
|
| Gotta converse with the manager when I walk inside the bank, yeah
|
| Who would ever think they was sleepin' on me?
|
| Goyard with a half a million on me
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| R&D's, it’s like I’m possessed
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| All these diamonds on my chest
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| Awww, oh
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| Awww, oh
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| Awww, oh
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| Awww
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| Runnin' through the red light, lookin' through your rearview
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| Nigga might just sneak up on the car and try to spray you
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| Aw, they ain’t think I’m gettin' my bag, ayy
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| Ran it up and gave 'em a sad face
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| Who would ever think they’d ever sleep on me?
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| Who would ever?
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| Who would ever think they’d sneak diss me?
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| Who would ever?
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| Ah, these bitches are possessed
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| By these VVS' glarin' off my chest
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| Awww, oh
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| Awww |