| I’m ‘bout to
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| Break bread with the enemies
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| 'Bout to find out if I’m really better but I better be
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| 'Cause if they spit it and I’m with it then I’ll let ‘em be
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| Don’t want no smoke cause I’m tryna be a better me
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| I better see a 100k on my desk I gotta flex
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| Wear a 100 chains on my chest
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| These fuckin' squares better circle up and cut my cheques
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| They tryna buy me cause I got next
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| I got
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| 20 thousand coming for a verse though
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| Tried to trip me up but I really came in first though
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| I’m the type of motherfuckin' nigga with a fur coat
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| I’m the type of motherfucker drive a twin turbo
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| Herbal
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| Rolled up in a element
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| I be spittin' venom when I kill ‘em for the hell of it
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| I got hella loud, and she want me to sell a bit
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| She said she like my song but I got hella shit
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| I used to be a miskeen guy
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| Miskeen creps with a miskeen ride
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| Then I had a vision, couple years go by
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| Now I’m really living like a dream so I wake up
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| With a motherfuckin' blunt on the table
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| Spark that shit, then I smoke it to the face so
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| I can levitate, never wait on a payroll
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| I believe in fate cause I make it when I say so
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| Wait though
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| I got problems now
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| Fake niggas tryna make it off my sound
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| Fake bitches tryna know where I be now
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| All because I’ll make a milli from a hobby now
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| Make a milli from the track
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| Spend a milli on the loud
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| Trust me I got hella millis coming in n out
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| Its not about the money bitch, that’s not what I’m about
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| Nah that’s not what I’m about
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| So fuck what you heard 'cause I’m moving like a fuckin' loose cannon
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| Your boo fannin' when the Bentley coupe standin'
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| Off the coast of Morocco
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| Better call up Blacko
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| Better let him know that I’m the motherfuckin' Chapo
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| Drop hoes, in an instant
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| Blink twice, and she missed it
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| She got a new man, he’s a dipshit
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| You can’t tell me nothin' about this shit
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| But she gon' follow her addiction
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| Find another man that she can live with
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| Find another me who never did shit
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| She just need the dollar for the wishlist
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| She said that cash rules everything around her problems
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| Cream get the money so that maybe she could solve ‘em
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| I told her baby this ain’t nothin' and I got it
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| Said I like her dress even thought I fuckin' bought it
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| Hold up, didn’t she know me before the fame?
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| Didn’t she tell me that she ain’t really tryna get paid
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| Off the verses that I made where I talk about my days
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| And I write about this bitch and I’m losing it like may-day
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| Hey wait, why she lose it when I say Drake?
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| Why she only fuckin' with me on my pay day?
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| What would Ye say?
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| Too many rappers treat the motherfuckin' studio like it’s a fuckin' playdate
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| Wait wait, what these fakes tryna say say?
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| Why these beggars coming my way way?
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| All they really droppin' is the hate
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| And I’m never fuckin' late when I say that I
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| Drop hoes, in an instant
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| Blink twice, and she missed it
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| She got a new man, he’s a dipshit
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| You can’t tell me nothin' about this shit
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| But she gon' follow her addiction
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| Find another man that she can live with
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| Find another me who never did shit
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| She just need the dollar for the wishlist |