| I wear my heart on the sleeve
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| You only call when you need shit
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| People change like the seasons
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| I’ve been fightin' back my demons
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| Despite the blessings I’m receiving
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| Fuck these niggas I don’t need 'em
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| Just me and a dollar bottom
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| My bitches gon' swallow if you know what I mean
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| The circle got smaller my money got taller
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| My grandma say «watch who you put on your team»
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| I follow my face and pimp myself up
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| And I’m back on my feet like I told you I would
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| Skrr, skrr, what’s good
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| We outta here, no fear
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| Get that outta here
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| Turned up, this was our year
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| Skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| If you with me give me hell yeah
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| Put a lighter in the air, yeah
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| Pour some liquor for your year, yeah
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| west, that was suplex
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| 'cause a nigga at your neck boy
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| Like fuck a vest
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| Niggas too pussy to make me stress
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| Say less boy
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| Judgin' from the things I’ve seen
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| Shit ain’t never how it seems
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| Gotta pick the lines in between
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| Remember my OG told me that
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| Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
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| Now it ain’t just in my name
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| This shit deep in my vains
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| No matter how much I make
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| I’ma still be the same because
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| Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
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| El Dorados with the top down
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| Still no clips, whole thirty rounds
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| All love when I hit the town
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| Ain’t no point in really slowin' down
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| Mama told me gotta hold my head
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| I know you could, hope you see it now
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| Just remember what you mama said
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| I hope you be it now
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| I don’t switch lanes, I don’t switch up, big whips, big commas
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| Big drip, no drama
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| No harm, no comma
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| This why a nigga just get it and go
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| I just pick up where I started, some nights see me hauling
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| It is what it is 'cause I never fold
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| The music is charted I guess I’m a artist, I gotta make sure that my story is
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| told
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| Niggas fallin' for the hype
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| Niggas think they know my life
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| All this drip and with the ice
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| Shorty lookin' like my type
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| Wipe me down for the night
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| Out of mind, out sight
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| I’ve been doing what I like
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| I don’t split the bag I done got it back twice
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| So back the fuck up, you don’t know me
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| If you love gotta show me
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| Had to break ties with the old me
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| Seen a lot of people foldin', yeah
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| That’s why I keep my circle close, yeah
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| That’s why I do it for the foe
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| Judgin' from the things I’ve seen
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| Shit ain’t never how it seems
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| Gotta pick the lines in between
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| Remember my OG told me that
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| Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
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| Now it ain’t just in my name
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| This shit deep in my vains
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| No matter how much I make
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| I’ma still be the same because
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| Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
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| El Dorados with the top down
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| Still no clips, whole thirty rounds
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| All love when I hit the town
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| Ain’t no point in really slowin' down
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| Mama told me gotta hold my head
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| I know you could, hope you see it now
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| Just remember what you mama said
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| hope you be it now |