| My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret
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| I don't wish for my success, I speak it
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| I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin'
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| I look like I been gettin' money, how I reek it
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| You smell me, that's LV
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| Walkin' 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy
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| I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin'
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| But most of y'all can't help me (Nah)
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| Most of y'all ain't wealthy (Nope)
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| Most of y'all just dress like it
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| I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off
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| And I'm tryna make myself less like it
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| This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it
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| It's hard for me to get excited, I love music, and stress 'bout it
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| My city haulin' and I'm cosigning this wave, comin' up next out it
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| Ridin' 'round and shotgun in her Tesla
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| Hangin' both of my legs out of it, like "What's up?" |
| (What's up?)
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| I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (Can't fuck up)
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| I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up)
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| I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up
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| First listen they hearin' this shit, like "What the fuck?"
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| Ten toes, that's my MO
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| Fam' over gram, that's my MO (On my momma)
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| Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
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| And they let it go while I reload
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| Like bow, bow, bow
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| TSA just opened my bookbag up
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| And my chain hittin' like bow, bow, bow, bow
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| The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit
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| And I touchdown they bow, bow, bow, bow
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| She down low, three point stance
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| I'm back there doin' Jack Dan's like bow, bow, bow, bow
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| And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)
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| And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)
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| I told her, "I don't come from here, but you can try though" (You can try)
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| I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though
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| I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)
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| Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)
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| I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)
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| Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused
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| This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it
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| How the hell could you doubt us?
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| I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?
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| Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us
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| You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?
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| It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust
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| 'Cause
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| Ten toes, that's my MO
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| Fam' over gram, that's my MO
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| Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
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| And they let it go while I reload
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| Like bow, bow, bow
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| TSA just opened my bookbag up
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| And my chain hittin' like bow, bow, bow, bow
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| The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit
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| And I touchdown they bow, bow, bow, bow
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| She down low, three point stance
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| I'm back there doin' Jack Dan's like bow, bow, bow, bow |