| Sippin Cîroc and Sprite, ice with a couple limes
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| Party when the sun sets writing whilst the sun rise
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| Sydney skies got me riding on a wavey vibe
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| Liquor and the weed got me moving like I’m 85
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| I be doing me until reality and dreams collide
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| The dream chaser or the silver plater — you decide
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| So pardon me if my hustle has got you green
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| And my attitude is too mean and my skin is whiter than every bride
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| Pursuing avenues, doing what I gotta do
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| Who am I supposed to trust when family sending shots at you?
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| That ain’t logical, but anything is possible
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| Sending love to Bub for overcoming every obstacle
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| That’s real strength, real struggle, real persistence
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| Listen real close so that my words don’t get twisted
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| You fake, claim you got a case that’ll go the distance
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| With Stevie Wonder as your only eye witness
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| That’s weak shit, tryna act tough through a sneak diss
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| How you gonna rock the boat if only you get sea sick?
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| You dummy, what you don’t get man it’s funny
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| That once I make it it ain’t only Melo making money
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| I, put on for my team stay winning like Charlie Sheen
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| Puttin verses into hearses hypebeasts know I’m Supreme
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| More of a Lyon than Hakeem my flow is so clean
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| Solo Squad sewed together no team can split the seams
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| In my mind on my grind all the time
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| Dreaming of the day I sign from a rhyme I design
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| Write a cheque for my Momma kill her stress with some commas
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| I’m the best being honest fuck the rest man I got this
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| Russ got me feelin T’d up, I’m MVP’d up
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| Got the Henny in my cup — CB roll that weed up
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| Go the distance when I meet her, a mile for a diva
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| Oh, Dios mio — me encanta a Latina
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| Hold up — we pourin liquor by the liter
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| Give an inch they take a mile well I won’t give a centimeter
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| Oh you say you got a girl but she single when I meet her
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| You be blowin up her phone, I be blowing up her speaker
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| Real talk, D gave me this beat I put it in chalk
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| Sober thoughts get lost when you realise you been crossed
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| And man life’s too short not to share our support
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| So when you see that they winning you should applaud even more
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| Man I can’t trust a bitch — I write my verses in stone
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| I’m feeling empty so I fill myself with shots of Patron
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| The high ponytail and blunt tell me that imma be blown
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| Can’t be a basic bitch if she tryna fuck to my song
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| And with my memories gone I stand with nothing to lose
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| Ironic how I see red when I’m feeling the blues
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| My focus is on the green and how I’m building my team
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| The only piece that’s missing is my caramel queen
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| Ooweee! |
| This shit as good as it seems
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| The only time I ever follow’s when I follow my dreams
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| You ain’t really bout that clout till you got enemies
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| Imma leave these rappers stumped like I’m severing knees
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| And that’s the truth uh, yeah I go hard in the booth
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| If you still take the Mickey then you really a goof
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| On a quest to find love but imma stick to my roots
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| Find a Rachel Zane dame that be following suit
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| Cause ain’t nobody gonna want it badder than you
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| Your girl be madder at you for things you lacking to do
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| But while you chasing your dreams and steady stacking your paper
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| The haters and nay sayers be like 'what's happened to you?'
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| Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, but fuck it imma try
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| One time that I’m alive never rewind what’s on my mind
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| I been harder to find, I stay on my grind, ain’t stressing rhymes
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| This is just the start bitch — blessings and DimeZzz |