| Black track suit with a pair of new sneakers
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| Four door, don’t confuse it with a two-seater
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| Long hair, wallflower, but my flow heater
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| You can tell what I am, I’m my own leader
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| These streets got me watching my back deeper
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| I two-step from those guys, duck down, moving it about
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| I might fuck around and write down who I’m 'bout to pound
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| You don’t know me, I’m chocolate mixed with a motive
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| Living in a censored world full of vultures
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| Call me cold, but I need to go for it
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| They don’t wanna see I stepped in the gold dust
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| I did it overseas, 100 degrees, dipping in the steeze
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| It’s my season, no one to please, never on a leash
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| Get my keys, gear loaded in three, call it how I see, ayy
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| You a bitch to me, ayy, moving on, I be
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| Wait, I ain’t finished, let me say something
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| If you want the truth, let me say something
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| I’m a boss in a tank with my pants sagging
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| So tell 'em come through if they can’t stand it
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| Wait, I ain’t finished, let me say something
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| If you want the truth, let me say something
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| I ain’t scared of a dude with the suit baggy
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| So tell 'em come through, I’m in the black Caddy
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| I load the rounds and execute it quickly
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| Earn the pounds, invest it in my wit, see
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| Me, I cut the end like it’s a wig, see
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| Me, I make a living, others diffy
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| Pretend to be a rapper, you really is just an actor
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| Who wanted to be a rapper; |
| Disclosure, you never latching
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| Exposing these bros like Cosby, I’m ASAP on it like Rocky
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| Milly rocking, I’m feeling myself because I am saucy
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| No one ever really wanna hear the real truth
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| School wasn’t no fun, that’s the real truth
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| Parents spending those funds to make a real youth
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| In a city where they never seen my dark skin
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| Wait, I ain’t finished, let me say something
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| If you want the truth, let me say something
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| I’m a boss in a tank with my pants sagging
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| So tell 'em come through if they can’t stand it
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| Wait, I ain’t finished, let me say something
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| If you want the truth, let me say something
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| I ain’t scared of a dude with the suit baggy
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| So tell 'em come through, I’m in the black Caddy
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| Say something
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| Let me say something
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| Say something
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| Let me say something
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| Say something
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| Let me say something
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| Say something |