| You know you not the one these women checking for
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| You know exactly who the cheque is for
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| Last time I seen this many squares
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| I was standing at a checker board
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| You in the game but you don’t ever score
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| Soon as we enter, Steve take me to the exit door
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| I was made to be here
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| How you think I just got paid to be here?
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| Oh yeah, this year I made adjustments
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| I made adjustments on niggas I can’t come up with
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| I made adjustments on niggas that can’t be trusted
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| I made adjustments on women I can’t discuss this, damn
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| Thirst telling me to expose them, but Diana said don’t get them that exposure
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| I tell 'em miss me with all of that player say shit
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| Let’s take risks, I’m back on my David Blaine shit
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| Fucking all y’all bitches, my day to day shit
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| Hoping she turn on my music, she playing Drake shit
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| But I ain’t tripping, my niggas still got a camcorder
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| I swear my song popped up on this pandora
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| 2 bitches, got me playing monkey in the middle
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| I guess that’s what song rights’ll get you
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| Bigger money come with bigger issues
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| Yeah, a nigga saying I should get a pistol
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| I’m looking at 'em riding shotgun
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| Like, what makes you think I ain’t got one?
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| They said I had hoop dreams, say it wasn’t my calling
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| Funny how I ain’t make it probe but I’m still balling
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| Funny she say she cut me off but yet she still calling
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| They so busy getting high, don’t know they still falling
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| Yeah, they try to say I need media training
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| My father just told me mean what you saying
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| And look somebody in the eyes when you speaking
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| If you ask me, that’s all the training that I need
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| Fuck a L, them W’s what I see
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| Oh, let a nigga keep it G
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| Yo, everything has a fee
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| So just cause I ain’t pay for it, doesn’t mean it’s free
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| You showing people shit you need to show yourself
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| Like how you know me when you barely know yourself?
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| This is something for the people
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| Something for the people
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| Here I come with another level
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| These rappers dressing like Russell Westbrook
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| You niggas too fucking textbook
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| Even Quentin Miller asking when’s the next hook
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| Look, industry be so over patient
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| I’d rather be guilty by association
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| I told Red leave work, go start your own shit
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| Them niggas paying you crumbs, you on some broke shit
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| You know something wrong when you at the crib and you homesick
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| Create it, push it, made 20 bands and we both split
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| But it’s like cheese when you focus
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| That’s only a lot of money when you hopeless
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| Never trust someone that says don’t tell 'em I told you
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| I’d rather tell 'em you told me right in front of who knows you
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| They always wanting 100%, that’s something
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| But tell me, what’s 100% of nothing?
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| Wine’s at me at Danny’s, gambling what we do
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| They say the price of my winnings won’t buy a bowl of soup
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| You can’t lose what you don’t put down
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| But you can’t win much tryna keep this shit tucked
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| So what’s up? |
| I love a hard working woman and broke bitches, I hate 'em
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| A lot of niggas feel this way but just don’t wanna say it
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| I’m proud of my sister Amber, she one of my favourites
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| I bought that shirt in advance, before she even made 'em
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| Yeah, got us a porch, you wanna be supportive
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| And if I tell you I believe, better believe I’m all in
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| Yeah, better believe I’m all in
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| RIP Prince, RIP Ali
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| This is something for the people
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| Something for the people |