| Ayye, look, I never thought my bubble up would hurt niggas
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| How you mad at me? |
| I did 10,000 hours of work, nigga
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| That’s zero-sum thinking, buddy make it make sense
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| I promise that my wins don’t take away from your wins
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| Spent two hundred fifty on a steak, this shit poppin' isn’t it?
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| But don’t get it twisted, I still bust down Red Lobster biscuits (Red Lobster
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| biscuits)
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| Ayye, mind your business if it’s not your business
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| And don’t speak on business if you ain’t got no business
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| Your shit don’t resonate 'cause ain’t no knowledge in it
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| You just poisoning your people, that’s the problem with it
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| Running plays to help 'em make it out, feel like I’m Alonzo Carter
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| With this ideology that isn’t mine, it make it harder
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| You only think about yourself, or is your vision larger?
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| Either you gon' die a made man or you finna die a martyr, huh
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| I’m a fire starter, huh, yeah I keep it lit
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| I free my mind, then I freed the bitch
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| Ay, free my brotha Funk, I love you big dog
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| Niggas havin' life withdrawals behind them pen walls
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| We knew what was written and you dipped and now the script off
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| Turnin' yourself in was a different type of send off
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| Damn, life is too much to trip off
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| I had to learn to breathe through it like I was Wim Hof
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| Facts, at the same time I’m gettin' these wins off
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| Me and Ari in LA, he gettin' them powder blue Timbs off
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| Yes sir, we came a long way from San Jose
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| To Youtube forty thousand dollar plays
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| Flew my chick out to New Orleans for the étouffée
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| Shit was so good I got to talkin' like I’m Kevin Gates
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| Yeah, I used to pray for better days
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| Now every day I wake up and got new reasons to celebrate
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| Facts, beat up every obstacle, a heavyweight
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| Either you could hate or figure out how to run better plays
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| Cause I never thought my bubble up would hurt niggas
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| How you mad at me? |
| I did 10,000 hours of work, nigga
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| That’s zero-sum thinking, buddy make it make sense
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| I promise that my wins don’t take away from your wins
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| Spent two hundred fifty on a steak, this shit poppin' innit?
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| But don’t get it twisted, I still bust down Red Lobster biscuits
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| Mind your business if it’s not your business
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| And don’t speak on business if you don’t go no business
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey |