| I like that
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| We goin
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| Best believe you can catch me at the Beach House from the ocean
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| Ridin one of them waves
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| Now I done seen a lot of things
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| Know the trouble the money and fame brings
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| This time I swear it’s different
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| I’m in the right place
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| I know I’m in the right place
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| (Fuck with me)
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| Some niggas hated on me
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| Some bitches never looked my way
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| Now that I made it homie
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| There’s some things that’ll never be the same
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| Some things will never be the same
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| She let me get in her money
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| Some things will never be the same
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| Now things will never be the same
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| Shit, I’ve been havin bitches
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| And they don’t never look the same
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| What the fuck these niggas sayin?
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| Some things will never be the same
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| What the fuck these niggas sayin?
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| Some things will never be the same, yea
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| Progress is the concept
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| So let me flex
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| My oh oh’s bout that nonsense
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| I just love them texts
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| Even one-night stands get forever set
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| So so they home girls, sisters and whoever next
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| I’m sorry, the world may change but some things stay the same as they pass like
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| a tourin
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| Fuck them bitch niggas that was actin bitch nigga
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| See me with my side hoe and toll my main bitch nigga
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| You’s a bitch nigga and now we in the club
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| Go and fuck it up
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| And you a huge fan
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| Tryna introduce yo fam
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| Takin flicks for Instagram
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| You more sketchier than drawings
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| Can be ridin on niggas ballin
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| Like they them alcoholics, we there, wutchu ma call it
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| Hey there, I wouldn’t made it thinkin bout you
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| Now I’ll never think about you
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| Have nothing to think about
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| Now I done seen a lot of things
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| Know the trouble the money and fame brings
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| This time I swear it’s different
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| I’m in the right place
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| I know I’m in the right place
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| (Fuck with me)
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| Some niggas hated on me
|
| Some bitches never looked my way
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| Now that I made it homie
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| There’s some things that’ll never be the same
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| Some things will never be the same
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| She let me get in her money
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| Some things will never be the same
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| Now things will never be the same
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| Shit, I’ve been havin bitches
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| And they don’t never look the same
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| What the fuck these niggas sayin?
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| Some things will never be the same
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| What the fuck these niggas sayin?
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| Some things will never be the same, yea
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| Uh, look at the man in the mirror
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| It gets tougher to watch when it’s yo self you got a fear of
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| Plus you surrounded by niggas hatin
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| You see it all in they eyes
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| It makes you wanna fuck some shit up
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| Tryna make it up out the ghetto
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| The block is like the Olympics, we walk around with our medals
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| On the grind for the cheddar so fuck them hoes let em chat
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| The object is to be honest, get dollars and let it stack
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| That’s what it is, hoe
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| Yea, things will never be the same
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| This is my year, hoe
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| So tell them fuck boys make way
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| If they hatin let em hate
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| I’m just happy that I made it, got that yola
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| Got em rockin and Jay rockin on them stages
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| I guess I’m in the right place
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| I guess I’m in the right place
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| Roll it up and fade away |