| It’s been a minute since they seen a style with no gimmicks
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| Clouds is they limits cause we in 'em; |
| eyes low
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| Squinted, more Ls but we winning acting like it’s
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| Hard to find women when I’m in these hard-to-find linens
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| Remember those days it was hard to find a living
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| But now we got ants, and it’s only the beginning
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| Big pimpin', pull a dime, drop 'em for they innocence
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| Skate like mens' flow, sweet like cinnamon
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| He a child, but they treat him like a bigger man
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| Cause when the pen in his hand, he bake 'em up like he Jigga man
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| Know you see him in the mirror fam, the ones you say
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| You ain’t hot but your biggest fan like, «Nigga, damn.»
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| Before he got popular, he bit the man
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| With your chick in the cam, rolling through an Instagram
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| Got it with the grams, everybody say they dissed a fan
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| Know the haters too jelly, but fuck it though; |
| it’s the jam
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| It’s the fuckin' jam |