| I’m a trapper, I am not a rapper
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| I mount the Dawn up, it’s lookin' like a Raptor
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| You a hater, you are not a factor
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| Big diamond choker on my neck, I got asthma
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| Heavy watch on my wrist, it cost a meal ticket
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| Just stack your money up, get rich enough, then we’ll kick it
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| It’s 'bout survival, I’m bustin' at my rivals
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| I put a glacier on her hand, it went viral
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| Egyptian fabric on my skin, it came from Cairo
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| Say ain’t no cap in your rap, but you a gyro
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| They kicked me out of college, I wasn’t embarrassed
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| I graduated from pointers, moved on to carats
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| I promoted myself, gave me a salary
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| It’s still hard to believe I’m a celebrity
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| Dark shades, I still see all the jealousy
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| I’m in a Pegasus, I’m racing for my legacy
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| I’ma rock my jewelry d-boy style
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| Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
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| These fuck niggas tried to steal my style
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| But cookin' up grams can’t go out of style
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| They said, «Gucci went broke,"I said, «Hush your mouth»
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| I’m off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now
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| Kick back on the couch in this big-ass house
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| With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route
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| Diamonds so cold, it’s like the heat ran out
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| I need a Wonder Woman spouse and a He-Man house
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| I dropped the top in the V, then the freak came out
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| Then when she suckin' on the dick, I thought her teeth came out
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| Nigga, I ain’t go to practice, nigga, I don’t wanna scrimmage
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| Twenty-two bricks, runnin' with 'em like Emmitt
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| Mama couldn’t talk to me, I ain’t wanna listen
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| Teacher couldn’t teach me 'cause I ain’t pay attention
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| Mr. Drippy Drippy have you swimmin' with the fishes
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| They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken
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| Old Gucci Mane sellin' chicken for a living
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| Water whippin' in the kitchen, even then I had the vision
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| I’ma rock my jewelry d-boy style
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| Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
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| These fuck niggas tried to steal my style
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| But cookin' up grams can’t go out of style
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| They said, «Gucci went broke,"I said, «Hush your mouth»
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| I’m off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now
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| Kick back on the couch in this big-ass house
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| With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop)
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| Huh?
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| Yeah |