| I can’t be nobody but me man
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| Yeah
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| I smoke blunts and rock designer in all my pictures
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| If I don’t like you, it’s fuck you and whoever wit' you
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| I spill hot sauce everywhere I go, I make a mess
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| Your favorite rapper on my IG learning how to dress
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| And his bitch on my line talking 'bout she got next
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| Record labels on my line, say they got a blank check
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| Waiting on me, I said hold up, wait homie
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| I ain’t nothing like these rappers y’all been out here signing
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| I came in this bitch ballin' like Pac mixed with the Big Tymers
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| Don’t ask me what I rep, just read these motherfuckin' diamonds
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| My daddy couldn’t give me shit so I give my son the world
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| He only two and I already tell him don’t trust these girls
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| If it ain’t 'bout no paper put that shit behind me
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| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
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| Pain killers and promethazine, nobody high as me
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| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
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| Posted in the trap somewhere, that’s where you can find me
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| Why you talk about the streets so much? |
| cause that’s who signed me
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| Jumped out of the Rari just like Kane in a white tee
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| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
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| Your favorite rapper scared of me, tell him to come out hiding
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| All this goddamn sauce on me come from inside these diamonds
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| Big-faced Rollie wrapped 'round my wrist, it got perfect timing
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| Dope boy table, fake A jump, 500 just to line me
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| Bitches tryna find me, labels beg to sign me
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| Fuck the deal, Empire for life until I’m dead
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| My Glock, some weed, some pills, that’s all I need, now where my meds?
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| Posted at the trap with the draco in my left hand
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| All through your city in that foreign where you can find me
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| My man like has been, keep shooters right behind me
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| I buy a bitch with candy, can’t trust no ho, she lying
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| Keep bullshit way behind, man Lil Fizzle just be shining
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| If it ain’t 'bout no paper put that shit behind me
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| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
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| Pain killers and promethazine, nobody high as me
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| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
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| Posted in the trap somewhere, that’s where you can find me
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| Why you talk about the streets so much? |
| cause that’s who signed me
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| Jumped out of the Rari just like Kane in a white tee
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| I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society |