| Oh my god
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| Oh my god
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| I gotta keep my promise, word to my mama
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| We ain’t got no problems, put that shit behind us
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| I ain’t got no patience, no I’m not a doctor
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| Moving like a mobster, smoking like a rasta
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| But can I just be honest?
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| You’ll know where to find us
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| Feel like you’re imposters, lyin' like Mufasa
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| We’re not 'bout that action, this is a reminder
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| Came up from the concrete, y’all know I’m a monster
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| Fucking with a pop star, gon' get me locked up
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| Feel just like I’m, I’m gon' shoot the block up
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| They don’t want the truth now, I’m the living proof now
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| I just hit the gym for like a month, I think I’m cute now
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| Needed you the most, yeah
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| Needed you the most, ayy
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| Had me on my heels, now I stay up on my toes, ayy
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| Shout goes to my old bae, she was hot like
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| Stuck with me the- stuck with me the whole way
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| I don’t wanna go away
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| Y’all can’t take the dough away
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| This right here a throwaway
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| You look like a stowaway
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| Even after Growing Pains, I still had some growing pains
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| I be working long nights, I be working longer days
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| I feel like a running back, I’m about to run it back
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| I got all this money stacked, I got all this money stacked
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| I might blow a hundred racks, I might blow a hundred racks
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| I know that you loving that, I know that you loving that
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| I’m just on the wave now, do that shit on tape now
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| Feel just like I’m Drake now, I know God got me
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| I’m just in my way now, told you I ain’t play around
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| I been steady praying now, I know God got me
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| I gotta keep my promise, word to my mama
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| We ain’t got no problems, put that shit behind us
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| I ain’t got no patience, no I’m not a doctor
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| Moving like a mobster, smoking like a rasta
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| But can I just be honest?
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| You’ll know where to find us
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| Feel like you’re imposters, lyin' like Mufasa
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| We’re not 'bout that action, this is a reminder
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| Came up from the concrete, y’all know I’m a monster
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| Pulled up in that white girl, call that bitch my snowflake
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| Boys in the hood now, I feel like I’m O’Shea
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| Niggas in the courtroom, singin' like they’re Coldplay
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| I feel like I’m OJ, imma catch a cold case
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| Gotta put my team up, I ain’t gotta
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| This goes out to Jill and them, this one for Katrina
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| I ain’t gotta sugar coat, they always believed us
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| We be at awards shows, look at how we clean up
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| Yeah, if you my dog, better say some
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| Yeah, don’t conversate with no fake ones
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| Yeah, that nigga Twizzy, that my day one
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| Yeah, said it before and it ain’t changed none
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| I gotta keep my promise, word to my mama
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| We ain’t got no problems, put that shit behind us
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| I ain’t got no patience, no I’m not a doctor
|
| Moving like a mobster, smoking like a rasta
|
| But can I just be honest?
|
| You’ll know where to find us
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| Feel like you’re imposters, lyin' like Mufasa
|
| We’re not 'bout that action, this is a reminder
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| Came up from the concrete, y’all know I’m a monster |