| I just step in, no conscience
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| And I do it
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| This is Tkay
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', you just do what you s’posed to do
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', when—when I pull up, pull up
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| Regular, regular
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| You’re so regular, I am no short of spectacular
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| Break it up, break it up
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| All of the cash, stacking up fast, see me I
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| Set it up, set it up
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| Look at my bag, look at my hair
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| And I got multiple cellulars
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| One for Japan, one for your man
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| I do what I want with no conscience
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| Name on my neck and I’m ballin'
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| Minding my business as always
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| People don’t get it, I’m awesome
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| Talking they want me to fail
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| I am too busy to care
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| Fifth gear in a car seat
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| With a team member behind me
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', you just do what you s’posed to do
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', when—when I pull up, pull up
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| DUCKWRTH
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| I don’t have the conscience
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| Big boy, I do what I want
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| Keep that work up in the truck and drippin' sauce out the trunk
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| Slapping Ducky out her speakers 'til your girl turn me up
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| Keep them moshing to that funk, you probably think I make punk
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| Now baby, talk your shit, swing your fist, I’m that booty activist
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| Check it like I threw some gasoline and got some matches lit
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| I’m so hazardous to any salty, hating establishment
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| Now conscious this, may run off the mouth and lose my sponsorships
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| Take that boy at his house since you can’t take the bullets to that boy’s mental
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| Y’all full thugs, y’all goals mental
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| Y’all ice melted, that fire did it
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| Nothing but flames escape these lips
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| Nigga, that’s only half of it
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| Your whole team is baby lit
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| Baby, I spit apocalypse
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', you just do what you s’posed to do
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', when—when I pull up, pull up
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| Underdog but I’m switching
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| I’m rebelling against it
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| comfortable being different
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| Always be me against the world
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| Manifesting my vision
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| Making reality from the words 'cause they don’t see the difference
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| I gotta show them to listen
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| I pull up and take all the options
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| White puffer jacket and polish
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| Focus, I move with no caution
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| Hitting these bitches with topspin
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| All of my patience is thin
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| Now I just came in to win
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| Step in, give 'em dirt
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| Next year, I’ma work
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| Take time, then I merk, no eye for a jerk
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| Been slow with no cosign, I ain’t doing it for the perks
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| So you can miss me with the words, I don’t listen to a bird
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| You can miss me with the words, I don’t listen to a bird
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| (Ah, what else can I say?)
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', you just do what you s’posed to do
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| I don’t have a conscience, and I won’t act responsible
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| When I pull up I’m flexin', when—when I pull up, pull up |