| I am not with the fuck shit
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| You in the dust quick
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| Heavy is the head with the crown, yeah
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| I had to touch it
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| My girl got masters degree, yeah
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| Still had to bust it
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| Wrist gon' bust down
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| Stop growing up quick
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| I’m back up to bat again,
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| I’m bad as a bastard
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| I rolled with the punches they packing
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| Then I spend them up like they’re working for NASA
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| You got a whip and a caddy
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| But I prefer all of my cash coming passive
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| So I only work when I want to
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| But I been the man for so long, it’s a habit
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| They wanna know how I did it
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| I pulled out a rabbit and said it was magic
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| Abrakadabra, I make a decision with money
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| Never get fed into distractions
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| Critics can lay in the casket, dead
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| I always knew that I had it, check
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| Now it’s so close I can grab it
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| And anyone doubting get wrapped up in plastic, bitch
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| I am not with the fuck shit
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| You in the dust quick
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| Heavy is the head with the crown, yeah
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| I had to touch it
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| My girl got masters degree, yeah
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| Still had to bust it
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| Wrist gon' bust down
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| Stop growing up quick
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| Fuck nigga claiming that he beating down the block now
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| What’s them assumptions
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| In my pants steady hanging with a pocket rocket in my pocket, won’t touch shit
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| I’m from Palm Beach County with the fuck shit
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| we stunting
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| And I got them now I’m running
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| Top shotter you ain’t never gunned shit
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| We ain’t never cut from the same cloth
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| You ain’t never been on the block, had to sling rock
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| Broke as fuck all up in the trap, 30 days with the same drawers
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| aim on
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| bitch how to flame on
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| Number nine on me, yeah riding
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| I am not with the fuck shit
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| You in the dust quick
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| Heavy is the head with the crown, yeah
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| I had to touch it
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| My girl got masters degree, yeah
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| Still had to bust it
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| Wrist gon' bust down
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| Stop growing up quick |