| Bumpin' my old shit for perspective
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| I became who I looked up to when I was seven
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| That’s a win in my book
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| Your girl loves the way I’m singing my hooks
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| But lift the veil up, I got raps
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| That’ll go over your head like a Hijab
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| And I got a French girl who says she loves my je ne sais quoi
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| Got the type of problems that a Bentley can’t solve
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| Or maybe one, fuck, ignore that
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| There’s been Henny involved, you trendy that’s all
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| You won’t make it past the next five
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| You don’t got enough product
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| Your fans are looking for the next high
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| In walks the next guy, with a stash
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| That’ll last, way longer than that mid that you saying is gas
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| I’m not chasing the cash, but some more zeros would be lovely
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| In the meantime, I’m just tryna get the whole world to love me
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| It’s funny how they say it’s too ambitious of me
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| I think it’s funny how y’all sounding like some bitches to me
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| Wishes can be, more than wishes if you wish 'em to be
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| I mean, want 'em to be, I mean
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| Act on 'em, and out comes the piranha in me
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| Sinking my teeth in my dreams until reality bleeds
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| Waking up is motivation
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| I know the basics, and then some
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| I got more clips than ten guns when the feds come
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| Fuck looking fresh, I’m tryna look unassuming
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| If your eyes are in your pockets
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| Stop looking towards my movement
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| I move with a, certain type of bravado
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| Your girl loves me like Jamaica loves Mavado
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| Moscato is a little too weak, I need something stronger
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| You sound like McDonalds, I sound like Benihana
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| Flip flip, flip flip
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| Work work, work work
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| I be juggling, juggling work work work work
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| I been bubbling, bubbling work work work work
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| I’m a star, ooh, I’m 'bout to burst burst burst |