| Aye, man, at this point, I’m just doin' this shit for me
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| You know they gone hate anyway
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| Shit, they said I couldn’t even make it this far
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| I’m wakin' up every day, nigga, Ion give a fuck
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| I’m goin' hard, nigga
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| You never know what’s gone happen
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| But I ain’t goin' out like no bitch
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| Straight up
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| Today, I went swimmin' and ate some salmon and shit
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| Some bitch on my phone, complainin' and shit
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| Put my phone down, airplane’d it and shit
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| A couple conversations, den I’m breakin' a bitch
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| Where you goin', love? |
| Why you out here like dis?
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| I’mma leave you wit my number, then you can make yo' decision
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| I’m a young Lionel Richie in dese brand new penny’s
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| Drink some fresh orange juice and chill out for a minute
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| Write my goals down, call my son and tell him I miss him
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| Gotta buy him a flight whenever I wanna see him
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| Lately, shit been so tricky… fuck!
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| I’m wakin' up, stressin' out, I gotta get dis chicken
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| Wash my dishes, clean my clothes, then I’m dippin'
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| I got a loft in L.A., I had to stainless da kitchen
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| I’ve been on a mission, shit been so different
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| I ain’t been sleepin', I ain’t been… fuck!
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| Keep your ringer on, babygirl, ‘cause I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| Keep your ringer on, babygirl, ‘cause I’m on my way
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| Phone buzzin' till it slipped off of da nightstand
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| I’m on my way
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| I lied with that reply, but babygirl, whatchu' want me to say?
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| I’m occupied, high with this one thing
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| Listenin' to Sade
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| Incense lit, the lights dim, that’s how she like to play
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| I slay her, but I can’t lay up, ‘cause
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| That’s now how I get paid
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| Chevy wet, drippin' paint, sittin' in front o' her house late
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| That’s how I ‘scape, antique tags
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| But if I’m really mad, might reach in my foreign bag, pull out a rake
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| You only see that in your mind when you rhyme, I’m
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| Looking at mine on security cameras outside, fams
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| I ride ‘cause I’m ‘bout mine, Eastside at all times
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| We stayin' live, Ion play safe when I slide
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| When I leave her, she cry
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| But when I come, she cum
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| She couldn’t quit me if she tried, ‘cause I’m the mufuckin' one
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| Wait, I’m on my way
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| Now, she on point, lookin' in da window, killin' time
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| She rolled me up a hunid joints
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| Uh, I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| Keep your ringer on, babygirl, ‘cause I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| Keep your ringer on, babygirl, ‘cause I’m on my way |