| I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
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| 'Cause I’d be showing off, always met with fake shit
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| But that’s what’s in my heart I can never change it
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| I just wish that things were reciprocating
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| I told my lawyer, «change the situation»
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| Told the judge that I was always fakin'
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| But I know it’s in my heart and I feel it breakin'
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| Told him let go of my boys that would be amazing
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| Try to blink out every time, I’m hidden in different spaces
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| Bought the same LaFerrari and told 'em keep it basic
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| Put up on them same lil' boys, told them let’s get it racing
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| She don’t need to know what it is, now boy my money weighin'
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| Yeah, keep on dodgin' years, my young nigga waitin'
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| I done gave away my Porsche, I throw up
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| I don’t pass the torch, I pour up
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| Syrup, when I’m forced, I ho up
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| Out and in, I reck her core
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| I took my finger and I remade the sore
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| I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
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| 'Cause I’d be showing off, always met with fake shit
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| But that’s what’s in my heart I can never change it
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| I just wish that things were reciprocating
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| They always told me I’d be going places
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| Now I’m just surrounded by these different faces
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| But all of this applause, yeah, it came with hatred
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| I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
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| Yeah, uh
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| Yesterday my daughter told me
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| «Daddy, you the best,» I told her
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| «I'm makin' it back tonight
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| Baby, pass me that vest»
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| I know I’m livin' that fast life
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| But I sign niggas and I sign checks
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| I put a quarter mill' on my fingers just like Lil Baby and they all baguettes
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| Every week I made four thousand, servin' bands for my big homie
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| I know I wasn’t doin' it forever but it had moved me up from nothin'
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| Sometimes you gotta take baby steps
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| But now you grown and got to want it
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| Everything you doin', wonder every ho you screwin'
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| I ball like Harden and Jordan
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| I try to keep my mouth closed
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| But I told them all the stories
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| I had five bitches with me lit like Robert Horry
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| I told my bitch from every strugglin' day we buyin' the store
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| I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
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| 'Cause I’d be showing love, always met with fake shit
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| But that’s what’s in my heart I can never change it
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| I just wish that things were reciprocating
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| They always told me I’d be going places
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| Now I’m just surrounded by these different faces
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| But all of this applause, yeah, it kept with hatred
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| I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious |