| Yeah, ooh
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| The hotel room, always workin'
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Out in California countin' up my blessings
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| Only 24 with a multi million dollar pension
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| Off my catalogue
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| That’s 'cause I’m a don like Cheadle
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| 'Cause I’m on
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| And I got more songs than the Beatles, woah
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| That’s a stretch?
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| Yeah, I guess
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| But you get the jist
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| Laughin' at the skeptics 'cause
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| I always knew I’d get this rich
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| Family knew and Bugus knew
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| That’s probably about it
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| Quicker you come in the game
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| The quicker you go out it
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| Y’all ain’t really 'bout shit
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| Y’all ain’t got no substance
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| Yea I heard your little viral song
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| Some fun, dumb shit
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| Some one month shit
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| You’re a seasonal rapper
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| You a bitch the world fucks
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| 'Cause we leavin you after
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| Don’t hit my phone with some stupid shit
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| That’s not why I gave you my new number, you stupid bitch
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| Delete and block you
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| I don’t have to, but I want to
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| I’m just trimming the fat
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| Haters drowning in doubt
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| Meanwhile I’m swimming in cash
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| I was never cool with y’all, don’t try to link up now
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| Because my train left the station, but it’s a brink’s truck now
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| I switch up styles
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| Like I was dating Badu
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| It’s common to hate on the truth
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| I’m carving my name on the roof of
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| Hip Hop then breakin on through
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| To the otherside like Jim Morrison
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| Guzzlin' gin wondering if I drink more than him
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| Scary thought
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| I got the juice like Barry Bonds
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| I ain’t tryna blend in like white kids with sperrys on
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| You’re faker than these rappers who keep tryna claim indie
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| Major connections millions behind you
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| You’re not indie
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| Get offended, then I got you by Hip-Hops' collar
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| 'Cause Bugus told me that only a hit-dog hollers
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| Top dollars what they pay me for the flows now-a-days
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| Free weed, free women, free clothes now-a-days
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| All we got is time, so my time is my investor
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| I’m single, so I save money and live better
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| I need my plaques advanced
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| Tell the RIAA
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| Underrated and overlooked
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| Yes but never underpaid
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| Blew up off the web like Peter Parker
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| Went from flying 32 °F
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| To private jets getting chartered
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| This is my departure
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| Use to think it was delayed
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| 'Till I let go of the wheel and let my faith fly my plane
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| That’s when I started taking off
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| Millions in my bank account
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| Manifested everything
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| Became what I would think about
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| 20,000 dollars for the show is what I’m making now
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| And that’s just the guarantee
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| Before the merch and meet and greets
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| And that’s only accurate as of today
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| I’m St. Louis with my hoes fly 'em back to LA
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| That’s when I’m there 'cause really lately I’ve been all over
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| Studios my gym I lift my family up I’m all shoulders
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| I fall forward I don’t ever fail
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| I went from past due bills
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| To 50 bands I’m getting better mail
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| Every sale I make I keep 100%
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| I put in overtime cuz momma owes 100 in debt
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| That’s low ballin'
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| No calling my phone I’m in Greece
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| Self pressures at my neck
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| Aegean Sea at my feet
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| Took my mom around the world
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| My bucket list is ever changing
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| Women wet on arrival fuckin' chicks is better famous
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| I’m poppin from the Southside to the Sudan
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| This time last year mom applied for a food stamps yeah
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| And now it’s Michelin star restaurants in every country new guala
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| The only one in the whole place below 40 with two commas
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| I Love the way I did it
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| Can’t nobody tell me shit
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| 'Cause ain’t nobody make me hot
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| And ain’t nobody make me rich
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| Hope that cash that your flashings been provisioned for your taxes
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| 'Cause the IRS is watching
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| Flossing could be problematic
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| You should chill, act like you’ve seen some money before
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| I can’t date a chick that’s never left the country before
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| So take your bra off, put your hair up
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| Put my hoodie on
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| Eyes are windows to the soul
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| Yours say «put me on»
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| I got you baby every morning like I’m mark McGrath
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| And your body and my hands is my next collab
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| I’m texting back but not enough because my life is popping
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| You hop from dude to dude and club to club
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| I’m island hoppin'
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| Reminiscin' back before I had one track
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| Back when I would put a half a gram in blunt wraps
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| When me and Bugus got so high before our graduation
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| I think I got too high, I don’t remember graduatin'
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| Laughing thinking fuck diplomas I got plaques now
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| Use to celebrate 1,000 plays looking back now
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| I realize that the journey is everything
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| There ain’t no destination man the journey is everything
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| Looking back I realize the journey is everything
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| Ain’t no destination man the journey is everything |