| More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
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| They hate they shining way more, it’s all visage
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| They hate they shining way brighter than stars
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| Yeah, I was facing envy
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| Is there anymore love left in your system?
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| Is there any more drugs left in your system?
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| If I had a son, it would still be more rain
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| Toothpaste on the stick, got more aim
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| Gold on my neck, no tradename
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| Gold on my neck, Trinidad James
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| Got paints every time that the narcs came
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| I’m with Atlanta but them sticks got Interscopes
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| I still smell money even though my nose was broke
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| Tote Drakes like OVO
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| Got in Illanois like I’m Durkio
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| To the streets, we still signed
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| Two bitches, same time
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| Shot the face of the Rolex, yeah
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| I’m tryna kill time
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| We jump on the plane and be right back tomorrow
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| Say he ain’t gone plug, I know what he charging
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| Since I got rich, she been saying she sorry
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| She won’t let me go, I been thinking 'bout Cardi
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| Money grow on trees, I’ll have me a garden
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| Rollie got pointies, no matter who gaurding
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| Shots for the opps
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| Traphouse jumping like it’s a party
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| Traphouse jumping likes it’s Jordan
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| Painting her face, bitch, I’m an artist
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| Pissing lean, I’m feeling like Marcus
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| 500 dollars on a T-shirt
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| Cut some bricks, now he stuck behind a brick wall
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| The way it’s been getting off
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| Stepping on they neck, the plane broke, I can’t lift off
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| Shit was Harden like Chris Paul
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| I ride with a nine in Tennesee
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| Want a verse, NBA gotta charge him a fee
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| More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
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| They hate they shining way more, it’s all visage
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| They hate they shining way brighter than stars
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| Yeah, I was facing envy
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| Is there anymore love left in your system?
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| Is there any more drugs left in your system? |