| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Know my haters hate to see this
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| But I ain’t goin' back broke
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| Don’t judge what you hear
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| Judge what you know, ayy
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| If the devil call my phone, I’ma answer it
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| Half a million stashed away just for my family
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| Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin
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| I’ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance
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| Go state-to-state, this shit feel like human trafficking
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| Like I’m on the D-line, I got a sack in
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| Like Shaquille, we had to get a couple packs in
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| Pockets full, got me lookin' bad built
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| You can hear the Adderalls in my ad-libs
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| I just fired my lawyer
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| I just bought a new lawyer
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| I spent some racks on my Charger
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| Yeah, drop it in machines, let the money count
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| Spent blue faces on a Rollie, yeah, bust down
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| Thotiana
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| My niggas slime, they think they all anacondas
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| Pose as a team so the clip got bananas
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| It’s in the air, we watch it fall on dancers
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| Yeah, tats on my face like I’m a criminal
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| Everything that I do, it be expensive
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| I don’t regret it, but I prolly ain’t meant it
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| Stuck in the hood so my friend became a engine
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| Ayy, real 'til I die like Emmitt
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| Took the harder way, I didn’t have a penny
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| Pink slip, haters thought that it was rented
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| I fast forward, they was stuck at the beginning
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| Ayy, I hear a Crip, he ridin' 'round nightly in a Bentley
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| Ayy, I put blue diamonds 'round the big B on the Bentley
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| Ayy, young projects finest on the TV, that’s so real, yeah
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| Wrapped 'round my neck, flawless diamonds 'cause I’m—
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| They told me styling was a secret (Secret)
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| So I steady scream on «Murder,"oh, I (Oh, I)
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| Cartier glasses with the VVs
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| Same ones that been worn by Steve Urkel
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| But why you cappin' to the folks? |
| You is not a don
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| They know I pick some for the Rover, color crayon
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| Look at her hair go past her shoulders, shawty so A-1
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| I think my heart gettin' colder even when in the sun
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| I did this shit— I’m ballin' out of my world
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| Know my haters hate to see this
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| But I ain’t goin' back broke
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| Don’t judge what you hear
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| Judge what you know, ayy
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| If the devil call my phone, I’ma answer it
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| Half a million stashed away just for my family
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| Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin
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| I’ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance
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| Go state-to-state, this shit feel like human trafficking |