| On the real, all I do is chill
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| My boys walk around, with anger concealed
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| Truth is revealed, I ball
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| Cake, jewelery, cars, dude I got it all
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| I stand tall, as I walk
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| Diamonds on my neck, got boys on no talk
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| I’m loving the way I’m making this cake
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| All the cash I’m seeing from the decisions I make
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| I done set myself up for continual cash
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| G’s up, marks down as I hide my stash
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| Keeping dude on retreat, that’s how I’m doing them
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| They can’t get away, bankruptcy’s pursuing them
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| Every plan they done had to come up in this game, I done trashed
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| These haters, I done locked out this game that I only rock
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| In this hustle of infamy, I’m that top-choice G
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| The one they can’t fade, the one that’s got it made
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| I know, the real
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| Why do these boys want me killed?
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| I know, the real
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| Why do these boys want me killed?
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| In this infamy game
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| I made more money while punks know your name
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| I’m infamy-blessed
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| That’s something you don’t want to test
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| In this league I’m in
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| I made it so only I can win
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| Misperceptions or bent reality
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| Cause they think they gon' see some cheese
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| Cause I always change it up with something new
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| A new style that can’t lose
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| Then these pussy niggas try to steal my swag
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| So I switch it up again on their ass
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| You can call me All Autotune
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| Computer Viper, that’s what it do
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| So you cats better start playing the lotto
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| That’s the only way that y’all coming up, bro
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| Could it be my ride?
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| Could it be my shine?
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| Could it be my cash?
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| No, it’s all because of my…
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| Could it be my crib?
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| Or the way I live?
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| Could it be my dome?
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| Or why the girls can’t leave me alone?
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| I know, the real
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| Why do these boys want me killed?
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| I know (Could it be my crib?)
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| The real (Or the way I live?)
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| Why do these boys (Could it be my dome?)
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| Want to kill me (Or why the girls can’t leave me alone?) |