| Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades, kinda look like something Lennon would rock
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| It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop
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| Louie shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb shit
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| Logo never make a man, but I’m still blowing thousands on it
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| No clue what I’m calling my album
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| Fans be at my van screaming, calling me Malcom
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| Never knew the outcome be this much cash now
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| Bank account looking like a George Young stash house
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| Young and acting out, the topics that I rap about
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| Be varying from politics to bitches pulling asses out
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| That’s exactly how I do this as a rapper
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| I’m nuttin' in her mouth, you tongue kissing her after
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| Daughters' moms kinda want me neutered
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| But they also want the kid to cum right on their cooter
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| Have the music sounding better then guitar tuners
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| Plus I’m doing shows daily call me John Stewart
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| So who you know that’s iller than Mac Miller and company
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| It’s like I planted money seeds right underneath the fucking tree
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| Now I got a hundred g’s so none of ya’ll can fuck with me
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| Yeah I said it publicly so run and tell your mother, motherfucker
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| I said run and tell your mother, motherfucker
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| Hold up Jerm let me spit the second
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| Hey yo I breeze past haters In the E-class quickly
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| And deep did a hundred songs in six weeks
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| Shit keeps going on and on
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| We just tryna go bananas like it’s Donkey Kong
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| Yeah on my grind, always need to work
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| So I be eatin' good, you be eatin' dirt
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| If you talking shit, you gonna see me smirk
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| While the DJ be scratching til the needles burst
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| A couple screws probably loose in my head
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| Holla at my girl, tell her bring that doobie to bed
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| I’m a regular guy with an irregular life
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| Except I’m a Lamborghini if it’s racing a bike
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| Who knew that I can turn some sound into something so cool
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| Fresh kicks, see me I’m busting the moves
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| Coming in soon to a theater near you
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| Creep in your kitchen start eating your food
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| Girls tryna fuck I don’t be in the mood
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| No time for pussy when money’s in the room, Oh
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| I switch flows, switch rhythm
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| Sick spittin', unlimited ammunition
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