| Yeah, legendary swag, young god, stay drippin'
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| Spillin' champagne on a boat, big pimpin'
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| Life is but a dream, look bitch, stop trippin'
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| You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
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| She just get it poppin' every time daddy visit
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| Drinking by the pool, go ahead and take a dip in
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| Life is but a dream, we livin', stop trippin'
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| You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
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| I really put the work in, don’t you ever try to play me
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| I would die a legend if today they JFK’d me
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| Ridin' in my '65 listening to Amy
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| I’ve been to hell and back and through it all remained the same me
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| I never gave a fuck, a million dollars couldn’t change me
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| As long as Mark Zuckerberg’s still got that zipped hoodie
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| I think about the journey and think what it did to me
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| I’m eating like a king until I’ve got a big tummy
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| Hair slicked backwards with a skin fade taper
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| Captain Save-A-Hoe, never I, can’t save her
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| She said I drive her Mad, Gerald’s rap’s Don Draper
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| All day I touch paper, bitch don’t ask me no favor
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| If you wasn’t here before it, your call, I ignore it
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| How quickly they forgive, these days I swear I can’t support it
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| Six-hundred horsepower, I just hop inside and floor it
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| The money, I adore it, every year I’m getting more lit
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| Legendary swag, young god, stay drippin'
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| Spillin' champagne on a boat, big pimpin'
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| Life is but a dream, look bitch, stop trippin'
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| You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
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| She just get it poppin' every time daddy visits
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| Drinking by the pool, go ahead and take a dip in
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| Life is but a dream, we livin', stop trippin'
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| You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
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| She just so bad, make you take a second look
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| I fly out for a week, she just come to fuck and cook
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| And post by the pool, with her feet up, read a book
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| I text her «L.A.?» |
| that was all it took
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| She clicks her heels three times, she’ll be here by tonight
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| I text my travel agent name and birthday, it’s a flight
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| When we was broke, I used to tell my moms we’d be alright
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| I’m gonna work the long nights and never be a fly-by-night
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| I put my plans in motion, I fly across the ocean
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| I popped before the flight so I could sleep and dream in motion
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| And I be out in London, Dover Street, I goes in
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| Fuck that after-party money, spent that on some clothing
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| And I’m not trying to flex on those who be hatin'
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| This is for my all little bruhs, just some inspiration
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| Everybody back home, serves as motivation
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| So go and get the money, get the dreams you been chasing
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| Legendary swag, young god, stay drippin'
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| Spillin' champagne on a boat, big pimpin'
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| Life is but a dream, look bitch, stop trippin'
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| You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
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| She just get it poppin' every time daddy visits
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| Drinking by the pool, go ahead and take a dip in
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| Life is but a dream, we livin', stop trippin'
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| You know what it is, you know what it isn’t |