| They say that all I rap about is Bathing Ape and smoking weed
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| But last year, man, that shit was just a dream for me
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| And all these rappers act like this just don’t mean shit to me
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| But understand that I appreciate what I achieve
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| Headed to the coast, I propose a toast
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| Got gorillas on my coat, just might pull up in the ghost
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| With them butterfly doors going way up
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| Asking 'bout a feature, little boy, you better pay up, straight up
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| No, I ain’t look up to nobody
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| I ain’t in the club 'cause I’m a home-body, ooh
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| I’m just smokin', watching Netflix
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| Go get you some money, boy, stop crying 'bout your ex-bitch, ooh, yah
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| And if it’s meant to be then let it happen, ayy
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| Diamonds on me dancing, yeah I feel like Michael Jackson
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| If you headed home from work, stuck in five o’clock traffic
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| Just remember, I’m the proof that if you want it, you can have it, ayy
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| And they say, «Oli, you deserve it.»
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| I crack that Cigarillo then I’m rollin' up that purple
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| They sleepin' on your boy
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| I think they sippin' too much syrup
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| While you was getting faded
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| Homie I was out here working, yah, yah, yah
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| 'Cause thing’s 'gon change
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| And nothing gold can stay
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| I’m back to my old ways
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| That’s Henny with Bombay
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| You know it, I’m always
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| 'Gon be here for my mates
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| Tomorrow’s another day
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| So tonight we 'gon celebrate
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| There are no guarantees in life
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| Not for the present, nor for the future
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| There are no guarantees in life
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| Not for the present, nor for the future |