| Who made the beat?
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| Apollo, ho
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| Yeah, I’m a mack like Khalil
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| Yeah, I just speak on how I feel
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| Yeah, she work it low, she know the drill
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| I don’t sip lean, don’t pop pills
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| I’m a P, that’s a fact, in her ear like some wax
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| I’ma run up them racks, bust it down with my staff
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| Racks on the floor, my low stack to my calf
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| You ain’t really getting money, need to pick a different path
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| Wavy like a raft, I’m in Saks buyin' Raf
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| All this ice on my neck, walk past, catch a draft
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| Split shit in half, I’m a selfish lil' bastard
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| Zip of that Gelato make me think a lil' faster
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| Windy in Chicago, in the Hellcat, can’t catch 'em
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| Said it loud and clear but I ain’t think he got the message
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| So I had to reach behind my back like I was stretching
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| I’m plugged in with the Mexicans, Obama still my president
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| Ridin' around and I’m gettin' it, tryna put an end to it
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| It really ain’t no sense in it, I’m ready for every incident
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| Need the top spot, I’m in for it
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| I’m on point like infrared
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| I hear a beat and I kill it dead
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| You ain’t talkin' 'bout no money, that’s all
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| Do this for the gang, I don’t do this for no clout
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| You know that I live everything I talk about
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| Everything facts, I got niggas that can vouch
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| And that’s on my soul, nigga, that’s on my soul
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| That’s on my soul, yeah, that’s on my soul
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| Nigga, that’s on my soul
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| Yeah, that’s on my soul
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| Ayy
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| Fuck a nigga mean? |
| Glizzy with the beam
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| Dirty bundles in the stash spots, whip is clean
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| An artist wasn’t the plan but now I’m chasing dreams
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| Hope this pistol don’t jam, that nigga gon' scream
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| Mama called me up, she said she need a thou-wow
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| I said, «I got you,» this money in my account now
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| Comin' up, all these suckers wishing I’d fall down
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| These niggas stuntin' for the 'Gram, call 'em Bow Wow
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| Glock 23'll do the job
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| Put it in his chest and send him on his way to God
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| Everything a hundred, nigga, I can’t fuck with frauds
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| Young street Asian nigga, I done beat the odds
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| You ain’t talkin' 'bout no money, that’s all
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| Do this for the gang, I don’t do this for no clout
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| You know that I live everything I talk about
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| Everything facts, I got niggas that can vouch
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| And that’s on my soul, nigga, that’s on my soul
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| That’s on my soul, yeah, that’s on my soul
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| Nigga, that’s on my soul
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| Yeah, that’s on my soul |