| Travel the world, you won’t meet no one as cool as me
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| Jump out the whip looking like a young Lunar C
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| I’m flogging knock-off gear, I’m about my business
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| All I ever wanted was a thousand bitches and some Ralphy slippers
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| But I never got it 'cause that shit is too expensive
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| Used to wonder what I had to do to get it
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| That’s why I made it cheaper for the poor kids
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| So they can all afford it
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| And changed the logo 'cause I’m not good at drawing horses
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| These days everybody’s so cliché, everyone looks, talks and acts like each other
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| Little privileged kids that rap like they’re gutter
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| I can tell that you never got slapped by your mother
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| Yeah they ain’t got yay, an ounce, just weighed it out and break it down
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| It’s in the drought and making thousands, I’m just flogging fake Ralphy
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| In a league of my own, on my throne rocking Dolo
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| Gon' speak like I own you or don’t get my own dough
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| I’m prepped, for anything, I’m prepped for anything
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| I’m blessed, just let me live, tell them to let me live
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| Can’t catch up to me, na I’m just a beast, my man can’t compete
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| You’re pushing keys like you’re Pusha T and I’m pushing teeth
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| So what if I get high? |
| That’s up to me
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| I’m just a weed man, white ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
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| Broke rappers wondering whether to sign on or sell drugs
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| At least if you shot, your dumb fans will think you’re more real
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| But it’s bait when they approach you and pester you in the dole queue
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| I think it’s harsh you’ve gotta put up with that ordeal
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| My bootlegs are the best you’ve ever seen
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| You can see that I came far from selling weed
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| I’m a star, catch me on the red carpet, fresh and clean
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| Next to Cara Delevingne
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| Tryna hide the biggest hard-on ever seen
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| In a league of my own, on my throne rocking Dolo
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| Gon' speak like I own you or don’t get my own dough
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| I’m prepped, for anything, I’m prepped for anything
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| I’m blessed, just let me live, tell them to let me live |