| Bowls of squid ink pasta out in Manhattan Beaches
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| Talkin' to Kevin 'bout leverage like it’s a business meetin'
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| We handle bricks and mortar daily like we BMF
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| Now it’s conversations with legends and 6 figure cheques
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| Runnin' through the money, count it twice, make sure my shit correct
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| If calculation’s right, I’ll be a millionaire in two years
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| A home in Colorado in the mountains, smelling fresh air
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| Definition of progression right here
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| $ 1700 for twenty new pairs of Nike Airs
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| Versace polo’s with black pockets and the gold logos
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| This shit a movie, I should probably film it with a GoPro
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| Could get you hip to all the shit that they don’t tell you I know
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| Idi Amin, I dictate the way this shit gon' go
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| I had to readjust my focus, like a bomb I’ll blow
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| Now it’s clear as Blu-Ray that I’m the star of the show
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| These niggas couldn’t tell me nothing if they wanted to though
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| But safe to say
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| But safe to say
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| But safe to say
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| But safe to say I’m okay
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| Okay, I’m okay
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| But safe to say I’m okay
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| These days I get paid for the songs that I make
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| Income from streaming going up, it’s safe to say I’m okay
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| Went back home and linked up with Sam, we blew 5k at the club
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| Up in Fuegos, throwin' out ridiculous ones
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| Bought my mom some jewellery, I think she proud of her son
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| Financial gains a nigga made, I get the largest of sums
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| Reflectin' on all of the losses 'cause I finally won
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| It’s the beginnin' not the end, yeah, I’m the farthest from done
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| Couple niggas say I changed, you’ll have to pardon me, son
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| I never fucked with y’all at all, I always saw through facades
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| These motherfuckers want you dead, I can’t succumb to the odds
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| I don’t believe in mortal man, I place my faith in the Lord
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| Created in his image, nigga, so that make me a God
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| But I ain’t perfect, I’ll admit it, I’ve accepted my flaws
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| I had to chill on smokin' weed, was coppin' ounces a week
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| I got off track and lost my focus like my vision derailed
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| Was in the deep, I couldn’t swim, I almost drowned in the swell
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| Been treadin' water ever since, I’m lappin' all of these simps
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| These niggas smoke but no fire like a lit incense
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| 'Cause if it ain’t about progress then it don’t make sense
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| But safe to say
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| But safe to say
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| But safe to say I’m okay
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| Okay, I’m okay
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| But safe to say I’m okay |