| Everybody want some, shit they supposed to
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| Look how we did it, took a pot, made our own food
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| All out of hand outs, mama at my aunt’s house
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| Livin' with my Auntie, the underworld hunts me
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| I’m too much a mac, I can’t lack what you missin'
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| Take minor setbacks I’m right back like repenting
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| Dope boy certified, new Belenciagas
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| Mistress misty-eyed, I don’t ever kissed her bye
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| Started with a fork, tryna get it off the forklift
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| Jumped off the porch watch me land on the Forbes list
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| What you thought I was just sloppy
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| Your neighbors gon' pop up and play paparazzi
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| Your best friend gon' spot me and post it on IG
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| Them screenshots be obvious, make me anonymous
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| I’d rather talk then text I avoid politic
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| Shoppin' that politics robbin' shit like a lick
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| Meet at the room bitch
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| I don’t wanna pull up to your house
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| You got too many people in your business
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| You need to put a mirror on your mouth
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| And watch what you say when you jump out this Benz bitch
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| Watch what you say
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| Watch what you say when you jump out this Benz bitch
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| Watch what you say
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| Our business, our business don’t mention your feelings
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| Watch what you say |