| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline
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| Got the devil at my door, I can’t let him in
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| Got the world in my hand, my fingers pedellin' Medellin, imagine
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| When I walk in, these girls gonna compete like it’s a pageant
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| ADHD, whip the engine throwin' a tantrum
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| Duckin' from the menacin' (Ooh-ooh)
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| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline
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| Electric (Psyke)
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| Took a right, 'cause I saw the stop check (Ooh)
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| I’m ready to die but I ain’t notorious just yet (Uh)
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| Hot pick, I died already and braided myself at the top
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| I was born in '95, seeing Michael Jackson fell off
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| Forever money in my pocket, I got a knot in my cloth (Ooh)
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| We didn’t listen to navigation, we at not getting lost
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| Hmm, life is a game, I think Skeppy is the final boss
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| I was afraid of the pain but the changes made me strong (Psyke)
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| Duckin' from the menacin' (Psyke)
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| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline
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| Got the devil at my door, I can’t let him in
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| Got the world in my hand, my fingers pedellin' Medellin, imagine
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| When I walk in, these girls gonna compete like it’s a pageant
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| ADHD, whip the engine throwin' a tantrum
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| Duckin' from the menacin' (Ooh-ooh)
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| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline (Yeah)
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| True stories (True), I was trapped in a trap house (Trapped, shh)
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| I think I just saw a mouse (Huh?)
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| And I fell asleep with the scores in my mouth (What?)
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| Man, of course, I spit your crack, what you talkin' about? |
| (Shine!)
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| Mr. Adenuga, I was born with the clout (Sex)
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| Bloody walk anytime I’m steppin' out (Ice)
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| Money talks, run it up then I’m gettin' down
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| I was just talking to this model and she says she’s reppin' south
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| Me? |
| Reppin' north
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| She wanna kiss me, she wanna fuck me in the Porsche
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| I told her you’re gonna miss me better keep me in your thoughts
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| I left my ex cause I ain’t really into laws (Wow)
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| Skinny legs I ain’t really into shorts (Wow)
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| I step in the party, see the swag, they feel the force (Bow!)
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| Tell them fake ballers, me and Lancey on the court (G-r-r-eeaze!)
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| The feds looking for me I tell 'em follow the sauce (Psyke)
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| Duckin' from the menacin' (Psyke)
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| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline
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| Got the devil at my door, I can’t let him in
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| Got the world in my hand, my fingers pedellin' Medellin, imagine
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| When I walk in, these girls gonna compete like it’s a pageant
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| ADHD, whip the engine throwin' a tantrum
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| Duckin' from the menacin' (Ooh-ooh)
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| Somethin' in me, boostin' my adrenaline |