| Swanky all the time…
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| So don’t worry 'bout me cause I’m
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| Gucci, luchi, all up in my hallsies
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| Come from Kansas City and
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| «Get money"'s what they tought me
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| I’m a real one, fill 'em, up, I bust and kill 'em
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| Didn’t have to sell my soul to sell some fucking millions
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| When I drop this Bou Lou drink, it’ll put me up in billions
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| The ceiling never could stop this KC, MO civilian
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| How ya didn’t know we had the green when I’m all up in yo' magazine?
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| So focused on the flow, fo' fifth, yo' bitch throw shit, that’s flattering
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| We ain’t like you others, we got a very sick disease
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| And, if you get this bug, it may result in making cheese
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| Made a lot of Technicians, gettin' mo' is the next mission
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| We got the colleges, the suburbs and the 'jects trippin'
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| Off of this wealthy, foul-mouthed trigger
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| Don’t even bother to get your wicky styles out, nigga!
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| Everything in my head, all these words that I said
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| (Nobody cares) Nobody cares
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| (And nobody gives a damn what I say, who I am)
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| (Nobody cares) Nobody Cares
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| These bright lights, show my life
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| (No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody)
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| Fellas better put a chastity belt on yo' spouses
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| Put-put a chastity belt on yo' spouses (Ugh-huh!)
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| It is what it is, nigga, I’m underground
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| Y’all saying the same thing, mainstream in trouble now
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| I’m on my grown man, growin' a little stubble now
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| A Spotify gotta fly, hustle gotta double down
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| Murder was the case that I gave 'em
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| Damn her with my grammar hammer, nobody could save 'em
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| And we ain’t just in Kansas City anymore
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| We on tour and we on some penny pinchin', «give me more»
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| If I die today, I’m comin' back, nigga
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| Strange Music’s on big black fat nigga
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| Cause we resurrected with people been disrespectin'
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| No equal to this direction, with Kali, people can check it
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| We be the choppin' and Tech get it poppin' in every Metropolis
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| Tracks, we be toppin' as far as they flock to us, niggas be jockin' us
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| I flow, beware, rappers don’t be goin' there
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| Maybe I’m just blowin' smoke in the air and no one cares
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| I been (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dope, dope)
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| I get 'em (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dopeboy fresh)
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| Bitch, I been out here poppin', been up in these streets
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| Since I came up out that water, been the illest nigga low key
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| Got yo' bitch up all on my Peta, bendin' on them knees
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| Bitch came back around and got backed down
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| And done fucked around and got beat, it’s that, shake down!
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| Strange, so you know I make cake now
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| Want to know where’s the house by the lake down?
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| I bought the car, it was the model and I’m make now
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| I kick back, my feet up, cramp down and re-up
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| Talk shit and I talk shit, let’s pop shit, nigga, G up
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| Eeee, Whoa, kemosabe, (what ya smelling?)
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| Walk up in a room all you smell is money
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| Sixteen to ya tall, King
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| Like the hitman, nigga, holla, ball game |