| Yo, I’m in Atlanta, bruh
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| Hit me back, lil' nigga
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| Now, elevate my status to «Gucci bag us»
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| Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
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| Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matter
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| And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
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| Dead 'em from every side of the spectrum
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| Hannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collector
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| Nosy ass hoes get punched in the septum
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| That’s part of the woes for throwing salt like Epsom
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| Pardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and steps
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| Don’t step, stupid, or you get slept stupid
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| East side little Route, Zone 6 vet
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| Showin' respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don’t forget it
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| Anybody wanna see 'em, I can make 'em a believer
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| At your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to ya
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| In present time they sayin' that I’m the next nigga
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| Woah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trap
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| Can’t see the floor, elevator, where the steps at?
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| James Bond' 9—James Harden with the step-back
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| No D, niggas playin' foul, where the techs at?
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| That’s cool, wave the 30 round, where the TECs at?
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| Better get back, better get you a jetpack
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| They shoot where the ref at
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| They shoot at your jefe
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| They leavin' 'em stank like Pepé Le Pew
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| They just put a hole in his Pepe
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| I go where the check at, Margiella Gorilla
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| They kill a nigga for a thrill, they feel it now, cool, keep it movin'
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| I won’t be the nigga they taking out, breaking down, face down
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| As far as these rappers man, these words couldn’t hurt a nigga
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| Far as these rappers, I can’t count on a ninja turtle’s finger
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| Who really is fucking with the kid, that is J.I.D
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| I am loud, that is mid, I’m a pound, that’s a smidge
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| I’m a stallion, stout, strong, war ready, resilient
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| Guess the Lord put me in position just to kill niggas
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| A warrior, but words used is my spear
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| My sword, my fear, my Lord, my chance is void if I
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| Do it for myself and don’t give back to the loyal
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| The unemployed, all my boys in here
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| Okay, let’s really make some noise in here
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| I’m under pressure, smoking pressure, walking in no direction
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| Chalk it up to the devil for fucking with my perspective
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| Too young to be a witness but old enough for the lessons
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| Soo Young, got a tucker to fuck with the chief inspector
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| I bleed just like your favorites, I shit just like the angels
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| Oh shit, I feel a change and a shift in niggas' thinkin'
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| Like Lute, I got the jugg, I’ma say it’s quite the finagle
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| Get rich and make some babies that’s weirder than Will and Jada’s
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| But lately, I’ve been blocked up
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| Lately, I’ve been strugglin' with ways to get my stock up
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| Me and Venus workin' on new videos to blockbust and city shows and pop-ups
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| And really though I feel as though there’s no bitch I could not fuck
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| Niggas make art and act hard for no Oscar
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| Boy, you’re just Leonardo
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| Born in the life you had to learn to be part of
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| Still, no deal, still whippin' the Mazda, but fuck
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| «Niggas ain’t seein' you, Venus"—shit, and I ain’t seeing me
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| So many nights at the bottom, swore I was ET
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| My mama beat me, mu’fuck a degree
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| I chose both pills—my thoughts 3D
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| And often I probably come off so off the deep beat
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| That a lil' nigga like me gotta keep at least two or three BPs
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| In the blunt, they’re off a DP as the rain pops off of these street
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| And the pain pops me another one to the brain
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| I let the strain do what you can’t, I know it’s hard out tryna reach me, huh
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| I’m battling addiction, I’m deep in premonitions
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| I’m clutching on my last dollars, I’m stretching common sense
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| A pressure point a keeper so I question my existence
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| Be assessing my involvement, second-guessing my delivery
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| Lord, Ezekiel take the wheel, I’m flying in the young
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| Out of luck, out of hope to fuck up
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| So motherfuck a time-limit, I’ma take what’s mine, nigga
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| Ha—now, elevate my status to «Gucci bag us»
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| Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
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| Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matter
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| And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
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| Now, elevate my status to «Gucci bag us»
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| Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
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| Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matter
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| And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
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| If you want to act up
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| If you want to act up
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| Come, act up |