| I come from a different type of cloth than these niggas
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| I’ma buy a different type of car than these niggas
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| Ain’t gon' fuck on none of these lil' bitches, they be hittin'
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| I gotta switch it up, man, I gotta move different, I’m a boss nigga
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| Yeah, show them youngins how to level up
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| Four Season hotel, sixty levels up
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| But I’m a resident
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| If you gon' do the crime, go hard, don’t leave no evidence
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| I got 'em all on my wave 'cause it’s evident
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| But where was y’all when I was lost, ain’t know where to go?
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| She think I’m fly, she like my pimpin', but I can’t save no ho
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| You only get one chance to cross me, then it’s say no more
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| I gotta tell 'em go
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| I ain’t hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
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| I ain’t hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
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| And I’m still the same young hitter, used to serve y’all
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| Don’t ever get it twisted, my youngins really flip shit
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| My youngins really flip shit, don’t ever get it twisted
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| 'Cause I’ll really flip shit
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| I don’t need no friends, I just wanna win
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| I got this new Benz and it’s all I need
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| She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
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| She don’t understand that they’ll slob on me
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| If I let 'em, ain’t gon' let up, I’ma keep on stridin'
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| Heard they lookin' for me, I can’t tell 'cause I ain’t hidin'
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| It don’t matter if I’m frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
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| I done finally went legit, ain’t no more public housing
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| I gotta stay from 'round them
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| I’m gon' pull up AMG like I don’t know my alphabet
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| Youngins ain’t on Instagram but they still want a blue check
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| If 12 go’n grab one more of my dawgs, I’ma sue the vet
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| I thought they all wanna see me ball, they’d rather go hide the nets
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| All these pointers in my watch but my Rolex ain’t tellin' (Hell nah)
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| Know the drank the devil but when I’m on it, feel like I’m in heaven
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| In the hood shootin' dice, ask what it playin', we told him, «7»
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| Used to go to church 'til I seen MC serve the reverend
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| Pockets gettin' biggie, no Smalls, Faith Evans
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| Wonder why she don’t wanna fuck when I ain’t wearin' my necklace
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| They ain’t picture me like this so I sent all them selfies
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| Pray you don’t get caught in the mix, 'cause when we slide, it’s deadly
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| I’ma pay her for that pussy, I won’t lie, they petty
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| Nine hundred on jeans, we came from wearin' Moschino
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| When the paper comin' in, it’ll drive you senile
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| It’ll drive you crazy (It'll drive you insane)
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| Pray you take these lines and look back, oh, they all faded
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| I don’t need no friends, I just wanna win
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| I got this new Benz and it’s all I need
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| She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
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| She don’t understand that they’ll slob on me
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| If I let 'em, ain’t gon' let up, I’ma keep on stridin'
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| Heard they lookin' for me, I can’t tell 'cause I ain’t hidin'
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| It don’t matter if I’m frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
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| I done finally went legit, ain’t no more public housing
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| I gotta stay from 'round them |