| Ion catch feelings bitch I catch flight
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| I use to sell rocks now I’m rocking mic’s
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| Imma show you what a boss look like
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| Run up on me imma hit em on sight
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| I was was living wrong, got my money right
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| I hustled all day, hustled all night
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| Told me life is a gamble but I was shooting dice
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| And ion catch feelings bitch I catch flight
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| They say my flow mean, dresscode nice
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| I’ll pull up in a jag, used to steal bikes
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| Black nigga, not a racist, I was selling white
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| I had to stay down, now, my car sitting high
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| I was bussin' licks, putting hits, totin' heat
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| Jumped in head first, I was in deep
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| Pockets full of rocks, not a kid
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| Rocked the beat, shook the streets
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| I can’t let them crackers down me
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| Ad put me on my feet, said my time here
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| Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah my time clear
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| And I don’t see you hating niggas, I be going blind
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| I’m on my first class shit, I be so fly
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| I’m picking up checks, I don’t fall in love
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| I don’t catch feelings, I just catch a nut
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| I was dead broke nigga, now I live it up
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| Took off in a private jet and landed on the plug
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| Keep designer on my body, I’m an
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| I’m a sniper
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| Run up on me, don’t you think about it
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| I just poured up a four, sipping dirty fanta
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| I was catching the city bus now I’m in a phantom
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| I was popping down rocks, giving licks to santa
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| Project baby
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| Shitting on a nigga, where my pamper?
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| Cake like my birthday
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| Blow it like a candle
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| Got this shit under control, about to flip the channel |