| Aw man back to my roots
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| Get em riled up with amplified truth
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| Songs that I wrote make more than my folks so it’s safe to say that I mastered
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| my youth
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| Gon elevate, don’t hesitate
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| Mama look at all the funds I generate
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| Finally got a real reason we could celebrate
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| Made a milli but I never made a resume
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| Still winning fuck who condone it
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| Rap Chris Kyle never losing focus
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| And I’m bout to get a plaque cause the music golden
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| Y’all ar hometown stars I’m huge in Poland
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| Fuck who the coldst, my booth is frozen
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| In the past know my ego was bruised and broken
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| Now I’m coming and I’m bout to make a huge commotion
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| Like a young school shooter with a abused emotions
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| Now the money going up when I double the reach
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| Too hot I be numbing a hundred degrees
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| Anybody who be coming to fuck with the beast
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| Finna get rocked like WWE
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| This that wild Wild West
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| Click clack bah bah best
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| Vin’s wack, kids trash, but he’s still rich last time I checked
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| Oh Jesus, there’s no condone weak shit
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| The flows so dope it’s known to slow breathing
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| It’s so cold it’s goes below freezing
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| It’s prolly why these hoes provoke for no reason
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| Entrepreneur, not what consumers, all em getting robbed for the moola,
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| drop to your ruler
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| Prolly get me off to Bermuda, stop with the rumors
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| I be getting guap but they always tryna watch me maneuver
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| Look who’s coming to flame the new scene
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| YPG your favou
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| Rite new team
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| Who’s daily routines to bank a few G’s
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| Y’all mad cause we living the way that you dream
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| And I can’t be touched I’m radioactive
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| Y’all not dope you way below average
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| Hate to glow but it takes me no practice to kill a no name proclaim
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| Bet it makes y’all mad huh
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| Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh
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| Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up
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| Well the shits too bad gave my life for the things I have
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| And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack
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| Bet it makes y’all mad huh
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| Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh
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| Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up
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| Well the shits too bad, gave my life for the things I have
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| And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack
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| Bet it makes y’all mad huh
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| See me grow
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| Still with the fam know the team be close
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| Drop out turned to a CEO
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| I don’t want your opinion better leave me ‘lone
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| Y’all are following some bad direction
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| Thought you hit your bottom but I stand corrected
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| Tell your man who’s stepping, I won’t grab a weapon
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| Left jab, right hook, bitch I’m ambidextrous
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| Holy smokes, hold the phone
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| Said y’all bout to be disgraced
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| Got no control, overdose
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| On what I need to say
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| Go toe to toe, throws some blows
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| Then I complete the way
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| They comatose, broken bones
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| That’s how I feel today
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| I don’t pause though when I see commas
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| Green on me like a damn iguana
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| Made a quarter mill' so you know that Imma
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| Give a girl a bag and I don’t mean Prada
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| I mean dollars, I pop my collar
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| And I got less now than I make mine yada
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| Just put my squad on a flight to Bahamas
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| Y’all been out first class just say it like voila
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| Think I finally found a perfect job for me
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| Talk shit just word it properly
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| Burn em all like German property
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| Shots on shots no burst photography
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| Surge in quantity, perfect quality
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| Got rich in the worst economy
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| Moms third child but her first commodity
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| And there ain’t no doubt
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| That it makes y’all mad huh
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| Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh
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| Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up
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| Well the shits too bad gave my life for the things I have
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| And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack
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| Bet it makes y’all mad huh
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| Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh
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| Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up
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| Well the shits too bad, gave my life for the things I have
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| And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack
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| Bet it makes y’all mad huh |