| I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou'
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| Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
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| Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
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| Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time
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| You a fan, so you fantasize
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| Juwanna Mann, y’all nigga be lying
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| Hood legend, my city be wilding
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| I’m in the trenches, I’m on the benches
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| With the family, it’s extended
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| New York Yankees, how I fitted
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| Like Nav, it’s been a minute
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| They get mad, but I didn’t
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| You know I’m up, no snooze
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| Ice on me like hockey dudes
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| Watch twelve, yeah, we watch news
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| Make hits and combos, I got moves
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| Can’t swim, but she gon' pool
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| Chain too cold, I keep my cool
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| Money talk, it be so rude
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| Fresh to death like Beetlejuice
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| Stack it up, I want my check
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| Will Smith, yeah, you know I’m fresh
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| It’s a stake for the cheese like Philly
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| Moncler on when I feel chilly
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| Oh, man, damn, my pockets swollen, yeah
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| Oh, man, my pocket full of blue old mans, yeah
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| She wanna order take-out, but I still go in
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| Fucking on baby girl, she leave her old man
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| I do not live by the water, but girl is an ocean
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| We do not play no football, what is the motion?
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| Nigga mad we rich as fuck, you mad at your own skill
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| Hey, Matilda how I move the dough, yeah, with no hands
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| Yeah, I jumped off the porch, I didn’t wanna hold hands
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| Yeah, growing up in the hood as a kid, you become a grown man
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| I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou'
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| Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
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| Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
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| Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time
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| I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou'
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| Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
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| Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
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| Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time
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| Yeah, hmm, I’m on the block, yeah, with the Runtz
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| We got opps, so I stunt
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| See us ball like I dunk
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| I go hard, we go up
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| Niggas mad 'cause they suck
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| I’m in the crib, my bitch roll up
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| Murakami pillow when we lay up
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| Boy, you fake, you David Blaine
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| Remember I used to take the trains
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| Scared to get off at my stop, boy, you scared to meet the gang
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| I’m in the hood, I don’t tuck my chain
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| Ask Siri, yeah, what’s my name? |
| Ayy
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| (Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
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| It was hard, man, I got all these scars I can show
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| If you saw me, you would understand why we hope
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| They had no faith, I remember when we was broke
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| These hoes rotate, I learned I can’t save none of these hoes
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| They had the trap beating, wondering why its J’s at the door
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| I was uncomfortable, it’s so many roaches on the floor
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| My grandma across the street, she don’t want us staying over no more
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| I had to get on my feet, I didn’t wanna stay in the hood no more
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| I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou'
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| Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
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| Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
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| Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time
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| I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou'
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| Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
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| Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
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| Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time
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| When I say, «Yo, Pi’erre», y’all say, «Come out here»
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| Yo, Pi’erre, come out here
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| Yo, Pi’erre, come out here
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| Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (It don’t matter, them will shoot you down)
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| Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (Oh, gosh)
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| Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (If your hands up or down)
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (It don’t matter, they don’t give
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| a damn)
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| When I say, «Pi'erre», y’all say, «Bourne»
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| Pi’erre, Bourne, Pi’erre, Bourne, Pi’erre, Bourne
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| When I say «Soss», y’all say «House»
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| Soss, House, Soss, House, Soss, House
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| Alright I gotta go, I love y’all, I love y’all so much, thank you
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| If y’all wanna cop some merch, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hold up,
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| if y’all wanna get some merch
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| Fuck with me, if you want to, know what I’m saying?
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| I love y’all, I’ll be back soon |