| I came to fuck shit up
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| And this ain’t working out, I had enough sit ups
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| And I ain’t one to talk shit but I don’t like you rappers
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| Putting out cold shit just to ice you faster
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| Why don’t you just take a listen and stop talking
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| My whip cleaner than your house when the cops knocking
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| When my CD hit the stores its like a bomb dropping
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| And you know I stay high like LeBron hopping
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| Check
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| And I ain’t even tripping about my ex
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| Yesterday she hit me up and asked about my checks
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| I’m like why the fuck you even poking out your neck?
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| Without me you are just kinda sorta looking like a mess
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| Man
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| I was out in Cali chillin' smoking on the best
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| Keeping up with me you probably running outta breath
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| Game is full of cheaters and we running outta Ref’s
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| Yeah they running outta moves, yeah they running outta steps
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| Man, its all good
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| I was in the bay bumping G-Eazy (yeh)
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| Ain’t nobody in the world say it’d be easy
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| I got a crazy ass imagination plus I got an ass of patience
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| I’ma chase the paper I don’t need TV
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| You gonna see me on Cribs one day
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| I’ma own my own biz one day
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| I don’t even really care bout what a bitch gonna say
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| You know why cause a bitch don’t pay
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| That’s it
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| You’re still dreaming
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| Wake up
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| You’re still dreaming
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| Wake up
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| I don’t even need to explain
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| Facing joints is the way I be relieving the pain
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| And all these bitches wanna talk now
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| A year ago when I flew into the DM’s
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| Man i remember getting shot down
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| I might write her back anyway
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| 'Cause now I know that i could really hit it any day
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| Man these bitches like to sell it like its Billy Mays
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| And when i hit it she gonna probably make a silly face
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| Like ooh
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| Baby, take your time
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| Feeling like I gotta go ahead thank your mom
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| 'Cause that ass is a master piece
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| I’d like a night with it in a master suite
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| That ass so nice that I had to tweet
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| Then I read it over dog I had to delete
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| Girl from overseas made her bow to the sensei
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| Hit it out the park like I’m coming from Fenway
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| Slow it down
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| I ain’t ever gonna stop
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| I’ve had visions of the yachts
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| Come and get it while its hot
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| Fuck it man imma stay hot
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| I’mm hop up in the plane, the pilots gonna know my name
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| I’m lit with my crew we probably spraying champagne on your main man
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| Who could you blame
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| You’re still dreaming
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| Wake the fuck up
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| You’re still dreaming
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| Wake the fuck up |