| I’m rising in this game and it feels great
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| Still tryna keep it real, niggas still fake
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| Been off the label all year, nigga still ate
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| Drop the marathon in December, niggas still late
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| I’m so impatient, but I still wait
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| I still show love when I feel hate
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| On a scale of one to ten, I need a high heel eight
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| Or better, blowin' this cheddar like I’m Bill Gates
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| Whatever
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| I’m in this wind til the movie ends
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| Smokin' California, eatin Peruvian
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| Out on Miami beach my niggas a few of 'em
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| Dressed like Beverley Hills, the bitches we usually with
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| But wishin on a star nigga took it far
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| And if I lost it all tomorrow I wouldn’t trip at all
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| They say I’m crazy when I say it
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| But the fear of fallin off is the only thing that can take your faith |