| Nah, bitch, I’m a popstar, drug user
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| Them niggas broke, 'cause they too focused on what I’m doing
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| I got rich, still tote this banger, I’m a good influence
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| These rap niggas be click hopping, I’m already here
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| Way before I had power, I had a fifty on that clip
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| Make sure that it’s on me, 'cause we might die if we ain’t strapped
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| I fuck with Nick Saban, but I put 'Bama on the map
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| Remember skippin' school, now we tryna hear a bell
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| Don’t care if he in Portland, got them shooters on his trail
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| Couple homies changed on me, got me ballin' by myself
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| In that water like I’m Michael, this some pain they never felt, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| It ain’t only in my yard, you see it everywhere
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| To a mansion from a cold-ass jail cell
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| Only us and we ain’t fucking with no new niggas
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| Should’ve been a doctor, nothing that I do little
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| Tryna come off that lean just so I can move quicker
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Tell 'em niggas that if it’s smoke with us don’t send the ones they love
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| I shed tears, sweat and blood
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| Won’t let you take it from me, nigga, I’m a thug
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| I’ma run it up until it’s all okay
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| Even though that cash don’t take that pain away
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| Sosa the joker, he be frontline with that K
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| And I’ll be here when the sun rise, I can’t wait
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| I’ll be here, I’ll be here
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| I’ll be here, I’ll be here
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| I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be
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| Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Send me a sign, you rappin' on it then we steppin' on you
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| We should’ve knock your mans down back in California
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| Tell Draco that I love him, never turn my back on homie
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| I gave the world my struggle, gave the streets my testimony
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| Take my heart then you leave me, don’t act like you need me
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| Pose in this Rolls-Royce, it ain’t mine, it’s Kingston’s
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| One day, I’ll fly so, so high with my wings up
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| I do not want, want this life that they dream of
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| Got rid of users, to get rid of favors
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| Fuck them magazines, we tote clips, we tote faders
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| Hope you don’t plan on watchin' us we go cut off your cable
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| Want you hungry niggas to hear these shots, we took off the potatoes
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| I’m the best rapper alive, nigga
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| Best rapper dead, that’s if I die, nigga
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| All I know is never tell and stay fly, nigga
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| So when I’m walkin' through delta, the feds harass a nigga
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| They telling me to make some club music
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| Nah, bitch, I’m a popstar, drug user
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| Them niggas broke, 'cause they too focused on what I’m doing
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| I got rich, still tote this banger, I’m a good influence
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| I’ma run it up until it’s all okay
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| Even though that cash don’t take that pain away
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| Sosa the joker, he be frontline with that K
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| And I’ll be here when the sun rise, I can’t wait
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| Take my heart then you leave me, don’t act like you need me
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| Pose in this Rolls-Royce, it ain’t mine, it’s Kingston’s
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| One day, I’ll fly so, so high with my wings up
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| I do not want, want this life that they dream of
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| I’ll be here, I’ll be here
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| I’ll be here, I’ll be here |