| I’m on the label, back poppin like the start of the millennium
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| Mixin up my greens with the proteins and blending em
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| Antennas at attention If they jumpin I ain’t flinchin not to mention ring
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| camera keep the wife and kids in
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| I feel like I’m ripped but a fat dude
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| Bunch-a-lunch meat wantin sweets eatin cat food
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| Same thing Wash rinse repeat with an attitude,
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| Bling bling cause I sing, should have some gratitude
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| All jokes aside We are tryna to get laid that’s why we buy a ride, like a Lambo
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| Drunk white girls are the best breast pressed on Sambo
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| So be hiding in the hood like I’m nigga Camo
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| I see your big O ass I’m on details What is your credit score baby how are yo
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| feet smell
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| They telling stories in the store you just retail
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| They lookin whorish betta strap up like a seatbelt, ooh
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| I’m freakin out Yep I’m freakin out
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| Fah-I'm steppin out errthang poppin out AHA-Ha, I got a mixtape droppin now,
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| ya ain’t buyin if-a tittay ain’t fallin out
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| Nah you are, you are
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| Tryin ta get chose
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| Nah you are, you are
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| Tryin ta get chose
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| Nah you are, you are
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| Tryin ta get chose
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| Nah we are, we all
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| Tryin ta get chose
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| Painted fingernails like we feminine Wades kids outweigh us is one of us it’s
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| 10 of them
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| I ain’t got a heaven ta sit em in,
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| The sin of men an option, hear em knockin then let em in
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| I guess the streets possa be paved with gold I guess this fee possa savin my
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| soul
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| I trust my pastor she let me ask her We gettin raptured up den why we need the
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| casket shut
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| That ain’t my son but Money Shut the bastard up I ain’t ask ta cut but I’m the
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| last one that al pass it up
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| Squeeze that fat in the fashionova I’ll gas you up
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| The package look immaculate,
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| Ya cash is for the nip and tuck
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| It’s a lifestyle, it’s my wife’s style Yoga pants, a new TikTok dance
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| Need likes to see dat they don’t really love us You blow your mind out to find
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| out Dey ain’t choosin none of us Oooh
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| I need to believe
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| I needju ta breathe
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| If you see through it and leave
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| You won’t be choosin me
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| Watch out
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| Nah you are, you are
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| Tryin ta get chose
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| Nah you are, you are
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| Tryin ta get chose
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| Yeah you are, you are
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| Tryin ta get chose
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| Yeah we are, we all
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| Tryin ta get get get get
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| (Everybody wanna be the chosen God’s people) |