| Feel like Jordan, it’s a jam
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| Bitch I’m scoring like I’m playing for the Rams
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| Complicated, I don’t think you understand
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| I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am
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| I told them niggas I’m a blunt smoking
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| Big dope, it’s still going round
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| High roller, elevated off the fucking ground
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| Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now
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| Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around
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| Bitch, you busted
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| Can’t be trusted
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| That’s that
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| Niggas dusted
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| I be dunking, shit be jumping
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| I’ve been putting noting
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| You residing with them rats,, that’s disgusting
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| For the record little bitch, I’m photogenic
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| Hopped out like who up in it?
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| Popped out like who ain’t finished?
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| Came through leaking, too authentic
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| Had the blow, put the truth all in it
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| Selling lies, nigga who defending?
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| This shit’s real low, it ain’t dependent
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| Motherfuck opinions
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| Dealing with the incidentals
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| Trying not to lose my mental
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| It’s quite eventful
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| Feel like Jordan, it’s a jam
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| Bitch I’m scoring like I’m playing for the Rams
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| Complicated, I don’t think you understand
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| I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am
|
| I told them niggas I’m a blunt smoking
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| Big dope, it’s still going round
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| High roller, elevated off the fucking ground
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| Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now
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| Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around
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| I’m on TV
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| Make a mill', I spend it all
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| What you thinking?
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| I’ve been shining pretty hard
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| I’m on bling bling
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| Check my stats, it’s pretty wild
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| Care less how you feel about it
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| Need that deuce deuce, new Ferrari
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| Yeah I black it out like I’m Nosferatu
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| My vision clear like I’m Nostradamus
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| My hunger kill like I’m Jeffrey Dahmer
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| You disappear, turn into a goner
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| I plead the fifth on this case, your Honor
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| I push this shit like it’s not a problem
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| If this a race, then I’m running proudly
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| Bet I skate right the fuck around them, on God
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| Feel like Jordan, it’s a jam
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| Bitch I’m scoring like I’m playing for the Rams
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| Complicated, I don’t think you understand
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| I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am
|
| I told them niggas I’m a blunt smoking
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| Big dope, it’s still going round
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| High roller, elevated off the fucking ground
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| Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now
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| Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around |