| This shit my destiny
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| Been out and I dress in Dries
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| An hour with the back and forth
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| Made a mortgage from housing beats
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| The devil, you 'bout to meet
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| Got a chopper I never squeeze
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| No Wahala, I play for keeps
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| And my drama baratata at your feet
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| But back to that rapper shit
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| That backpack, not that trapper shit
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| I’m addicted to fashion and bitches 'bout action
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| And Visvim and moccasins
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| You tripping, I got the shit
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| You tripping, I got the shit
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| I spend it and spend it and spend it and spend it
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| I make this shit back on my publishing
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| Check out my publishing
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| All the niggas who with me don’t love a bitch
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| All the niggas who with me don’t love a hoe
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| Kind of clumsy, I might let that Baretta go
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| Man I’m Lunch’n, I just them edibles
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| Now my head is spinng, where that antidote
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| Bitch I’m trying to mold you cause you’r man a hoe
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| Now this shit jump’n like Manigault
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| Think about it, who been alive?
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| They fronting on the product
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| Kept it real when I got my deal
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| In the field and I’m feeling proper
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| Niggas say I don’t got it
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| I just say I don’t get 'em
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| I’m a giant that play with jets
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| You guessed, I’m a dome splitter
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| Sent up some lil niggas
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| Ain’t back down from no niggas
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| Since I was in the county
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| Y’all was giving dick to all the quarter bitches
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| Put on that for the city
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| Record shit for the city
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| Finessing, finessing, finessing, finessing
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| Don’t tell me they drawing, you got a minute?
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| Fuck is my publishing?
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| All the niggas who with me don’t love a bitch
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| All the niggas who with me don’t love a hoe
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| Kind of clumsy, I might let that Baretta go
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| And I’m lunch’n, I just ate them edibls
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| Now my head is spinng, where that antidote
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| Bitch I’m trying to mold you cause your man a hoe
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| Now I got this shit jumping like Manigault |