| Red dead, I’m so fuckin' bumpin', bro
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| Bipolar virgo
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| At least I’m honest, at least I’m honest
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| Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
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| All this money I’m the only one I trust to count it up
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| They keep both of their hands out, but don’t be here to hold me up
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| Too solid, you can’t fold me up
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| Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (Just pick your side)
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| Ain’t no love no more that’s out the door, heartless flow
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| In that mode when I was posted at the red store
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| Mainstream but I still be ready to up the stoke (Yeah)
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| Fuck what they talking 'bout, I’m top 5 for sure (I stamped it, speak)
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| Only if w talkin' racks or facts (Yeah), I condone in that (Yeah)
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| I do tak calendars before I talk back (Yeah)
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| Ain’t no cap on that (Can't rat, shh)
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| Nah, I’ll never regret my silence (Nah), too certified, I’m violent (Official)
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| Gotta bitch that I won’t play 'bout but I hate when she act childish
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| Five baby mommas, eight kids, shit get real (On life)
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| Thinking 'bout my brother that shit give me chills
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| Damn, don’t you think I got enough problems as it is? |
| (Huh?)
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| Go get it like I did, I ain’t goin' broke tryna keep it real
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| Fuck how they feel
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| Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
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| All this money I’m the only one I trust to count it up
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| They keep both of their hands out, but don’t be here to hold me up
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| Too solid you, you can’t fold me up
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| Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (Just pick your side)
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| Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
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| All this money I’m the only one I trust to count it up
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| They keep both of their hands out, but don’t be here to hold me up
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| Too solid, you can’t fold me up
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| Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (Just pick your side)
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| The streets don’t love you, they just take you away from who do (I swear)
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| Niggas don’t even fuck with they self but want you to (Right)
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| Really was just thinking out loud (When?), when I made that tweet
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| And I still feel like a pandemic don’t exist to me (True)
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| Real niggas dead (Why?), 'cause the scared niggas shooting (No lie)
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| Boy, don’t go against this money (Don't do that), I’ll make the nigga poof
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| (Voilà)
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| All these bitches thirsty now (Open), drinkin' semen like it’s juice (Slowly)
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| Told Ari that I’d be there, they just wanna know the scoop (Know the scoop)
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| Don’t come 'round me with that fake love, show me the real you (Hoe)
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| Catch me pourin' my problems, pineapple Fanta and Mountain Dew (Slowly)
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| I saw niggas get some money and start actin' brand new (Forget)
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| Solidified my spot, they can’t take it if they wanted to (Get the last)
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| Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
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| All this money I’m the only one I trust to count it up
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| They keep both of their hands out, but don’t be here to hold me up
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| Too solid you, you can’t fold me up
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| Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (Just pick your side)
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| Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
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| All this money I’m the only one I trust to count it up
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| They keep both of their hands out, but don’t be here to hold me up
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| Too solid, you can’t fold me up
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| Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (Just pick your side)
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| Yeah
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| Solidified my spot
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| They can’t take it if they wanted to (The biggest)
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| I stamped it
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| Yeah, yeah, I stamped it |