| I still get shit popping, ain’t nothing changed
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| Everything you see, take a look, self made
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| Started from the bottom, now we pull up in that Range
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| I don’t want your bitch, she fucking with the gang
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| Gang, gang, gang
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| Do they feel me? |
| I swear they don’t feel me
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| Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like
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| Do they feel me? |
| I swear they don’t feel me
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| Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like
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| Too much in my mind, I’m just tryna find peace
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| Niggas act like bitches when you don’t let 'em eat
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| I don’t rap about no drugs or having gold teeth
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| I made it happen on my own and I swear that’s not that’s a reach like
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| Where was you when we were sleeping on them couches?
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| Doing verses in the basement, drinking juices out them pouches
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| I was too broke to pay for studio time
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| And me and one take used to throw each other rhymes like
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| Every year’s my year, I ain’t worried bout who next
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| Tryna get my money up and start running up the check
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| I chase the Jack with the forty then I hit my two stop
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| Got me feeling like I made it when I hit her with that flex
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| I still get shit popping, ain’t nothing changed
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| Everything you see, take a look, self made
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| Started from the bottom, now we pull up in that Range
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| I don’t want your bitch, she fucking with the gang
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| Gang, gang, gang
|
| Do they feel me? |
| I swear they don’t feel me
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| Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like
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| Do they feel me? |
| I swear they don’t feel me
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| Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like
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| I was broke Now i’m it ain’t that shit a trip
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| They wasn’t fucking with me back when I wasn’t having shit
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| They thought this shit was funny now them niggas wanna join my clique
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| Watch I got some money now these hoes all on my dick
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| Lil mama wanna be in love, she want me to take her on a trip
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| I was eating noodles out the bowl til a young nigga went and made it flip
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| I could tell that they fake nah they don’t really wanna see me win
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| Riding around with high steaks, blowing smoke all up out that bitch
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| New money I got options, I don’t like window shopping
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| These niggas a facade, I walk this shit the way I talk it
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| Me and your bitch had a minaj and you still out here thinking you got her
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| This my city so how you the hottest?
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| You know big bank gon' take your wallet
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| Boy you a lame and I’m really poppin'
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| I still get shit popping, ain’t nothing changed
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| Everything you see, take a look, self made
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| Started from the bottom, now we pull up in that Range
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| I don’t want your bitch, she fucking with the gang
|
| Gang, gang, gang
|
| Do they feel me? |
| I swear they don’t feel me
|
| Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like
|
| Do they feel me? |
| I swear they don’t feel me
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| Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like |