| Humble this, humble that
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| Underrated this, underrated that
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| This year I’m pulling up on niggas boy
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| Correct
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| I just hopped out in a fisker
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| Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullshit
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| (?) fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow
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| These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major
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| Since Skypager I been getting paper, single
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| Ronald my feet in all flavors, I’m labelled
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| With a bad chick from Barbados
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| She thick like she putting sugar in the mashed potatoes
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| Rolling cookies from the coast getting elevated
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| Putting haters in hell, oh well they just mad I made it
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| Let it burn
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| I’m at the top, wait your turn
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| I be smoking so much all these ashes fill their urn
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| Talking what I earn
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| I’m still spinning from '09 this rapping a goldmine
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| I’m running through the goal line
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| My day ones protect me like the Denver Broncos O-line
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| I’m Payton in his prime, quarterback and calling shots
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| How he black and call the cops
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| I used to be a hard top fanatic until I copped a drop
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| Threw Ds on that boy and got rid of all the stocks
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| All these Air Ones in my closet you’d think I had Nike stocks
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| BCG Stan socks, vintage Daytona watch
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| The Paul Newman, car boomin' like a stick of dynamite
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| Setting shit off these other bitches ain’t rhyming right
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| (Bitches ain’t rhyming right)
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| (I'm setting shit off, these other bitches ain’t rhyming right)
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| I just hopped out in a fisker
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| Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullshit
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| (?) fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow
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| These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major
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| I just hopped out in a fisker
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| Money on my mind, I ain’t for the bullshit
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| (?) fell off, well I’m just getting rich, wrist glow
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| These stones cost the salary of a pitcher, major
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| Correct
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| Humble this, humble that
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| Underrated this, underrated that
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| This year I’m pulling up on niggas boy
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| Correct |