| They was talkin', they was sayin', I was prayin'
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| They was talkin', I was payin'
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| All my dues, yeah, look at you, yeah
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| Take one look at me, you see how you should act
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| Take one look at me and take all that shit back
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| Now look at you, now look at you
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
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| I won’t take no bullshit, bitch, it’s 2016
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| You gon' pay me for that feature
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| I don’t want your fuckin' friendship
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| I ain’t never ask for favors so I never do no favors
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| I was plottin' way back when my dad used to live in Decatur
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| I’ma need a hunnid million and a front page of The Fader
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| Look at how those tables turned
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| You waitin' tables while I’m countin' paper
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| I ain’t really fuck with them niggas back in high school
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| Don’t go tell your kids that we was friends in fuckin' high school
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| Bitch, I wasn’t your type, cool, now my hunnids, tight, blue
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| Now whenever you DM me, I’m not gonna type you
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| Shit, I’m probably lyin', I would slide through for that top, ayy
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| I don’t trust nobody, put a sight view on my Glock, ayy
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| Michael Jordan, how I’m ballin', Michael Jackson with my moves
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| I was talkin' 'bout my plays, they say I’m walkin' on the moon
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| He braggin', say he did, say he came in with a silver spoon
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| Deserve a mansion
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| How I used to crash in different livin' rooms (yah)
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| They was talkin', they was sayin' (sayin')
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| I was prayin' (I was prayin')
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| They was talkin', I was payin' (yuh)
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| All my dues, yeah (all my dues, all my dues)
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| Look at you, yeah (take a look)
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| Take one look at me, you see how you should act (yuh)
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| Take one look at me and take all that shit back (ayy, look)
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| Now look at you, now look at you (yah)
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
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| Yeah, I feel entitled, bitch, don’t throw me in no coach class
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| Niggas rappin' 'bout that Goyard, their girls in Coach bags
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| They say I spot that money, I got that and the most swag
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| Had to VVS, my Jesus, praises to the most high
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| My shooter in that burgundy but he don’t rep' no Roll Tide
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| When we out in Cali, drive that Lambo' like a low rider
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| Fuck an opp, tryna stop us, we gon' pop 'em like Flo Rida
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| And my shooter always with me in that foreign like a co-pilot
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| Better not try him, hothead like Ghost Rider
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| Niggas steal my raps so much, I should’ve been a ghostwriter
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| Nigga saw you scopin' like colloidal, almost died
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| Almost got dementia, I just pulled like 20 all-nighters
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| Let me say somethin' for the hoes that just don’t know
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| You was gettin' played by my bro, I was gettin' plays on OVO
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| She take off her open toes then ride me like a rodeo
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| I know a simple ho will buss' it, thinkin' that she finna glo
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| They was talkin', they was sayin' (sayin')
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| I was prayin' (I was prayin')
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| They was talkin', I was payin' (yuh)
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| All my dues, yeah (all my dues, all my dues)
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| Look at you, yeah (take a look)
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| Take one look at me, you see how you should act (yuh)
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| Take one look at me and take all that shit back (ayy, look)
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| Now look at you, now look at you (yah)
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah |