| Bitch, I been finessin' since the eighth grade
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| But now I’m gettin' paid just to show face
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| If your nigga bummy, tell that nigga skate
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| Most my bitches hoes but they never fake
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| Still won’t pay the bill, even if I ate
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| I don’t pay for meals, I don’t go on dates
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| But I still get the cake ate
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| Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
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| Toes on my page, livin' out my case
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| Block, b-b-blockin' that same pace
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| Bitch, I’m pretty, but I’m big parkin'
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| This ain’t ordinary, got the guards watchin'
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| This ain’t ordinary, ask my nigga Drake
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| He told me I’m the realest and them bitches fake
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| Never play the bench, I don’t play it safe
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| Don’t cut your nose just to spite your face
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| I stay livin' and I’m learnin' every day
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| Like I be chillin' fuckin' with the real estate
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| You never set trends if you don’t take risks
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| This ain’t my opinion, this a practice
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| Secure, secure, secure
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| The bag secure, secure, secure
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| The bag secure, secure, secure
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| The bag secure, secure, secure
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| The bag
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| I stay livin' and I’m learnin' every day
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| Not everybody wanna see who win the race
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| I work hard just to lock this
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| I pray to God that he got this
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| I stay livin' and I’m learnin' every day
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| Not everybody wanna see who win the race
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| I work hard just to lock this
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| I pray to God that he got this |