| The fuck is the problem when niggas approach me
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| It don’t feel like nothing to bag up a grocery
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| Back in highschool man these niggas ain’t notice me
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| Now they all follow me calling me Hercules
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| What doesn’t work for u work for me nigga
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| I need a office where all of these niggas gon work for me
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| She call me a doctor when she gon refer to me
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| She put that shell to his back like a turtle be
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| Nigga slow down that’s hare trigger
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| Guts on the table that’s American dinner
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| I be in the skin like a gahdamn splinter
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| Pull up in a Tesla nut I left in a sprinter
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| Kevin at the gate better call a breadwinner
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| Want me on the stage I’mma need 8 figures
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| And an arm and a leg and a head or a finger
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| I don’t give no fucks lil nigga gahdamn
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| God damn (gah damn!)
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| Y’all needa see this on cam (okay)
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| I was LoKii way back in the day at the Lake
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| Now a young nigga really got fans (on hood)
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| I need a fan, I been too hot, caught a tan
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| Life is a beach, I just play in the sand
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| Her cheeks is sandy, she loving my nuts
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| I guess that goes without saiyan
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| How you still working but making it worth it?
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| How you just practiced but made yo shit perfect?
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| How bout you ask bout the times when I ain’t have a dime
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| So I spent all my time on these verses?!
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| Allergic, fugazy, my hearse, candy paint it
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| When I’m in the dirt, they gone dig all my statements
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| I’m finna blow like that throat was amazing
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| It’s UGLYATLANTA, like Wu-Tang, we banging the set
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| Yes. |
| right In the A T L where it’s not a crime goin 95 on I 95
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| We work all the time not just 9 to 5
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| It be 9 to 5 and the 5 to 9 if we fall behind then get cyanide
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| Cause that’s suicide see no sign of lies
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| Don’t get euthanized for your sight of mine dog
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| Don’t ever go against the divine dog
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| I just ran up half a million streams with ease and
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| I really went pop off of the mic dog
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| Still down to fight like one of Mike’s d-
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| Ok you get it tho gotta be more original
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| Ain’t that many this lyrical (ain't nobody this lyrical)
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| This ain’t even my pinnacle, coordinated umbilical
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| Y’all be lookin identical, yall like twins
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| We ain’t even worried bout no losses
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| They ain’t nothin when compared to all the wins |