| Now it’s 20 years later somewhere far across the ocean
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| Here I am, chillin' with the homies on some grown shit
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| Thank God that I made it this far
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| If it wasn’t for my driver then I would’ve crashed the car
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| It’s the beach boy comin' through the city goin' hard
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| I got big money callin' I’m just tryna play it smart
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| Play it smart, I’m just tryna play it smart
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| Play it’s smart, I’m just tryna play it smart
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| I got rich hoes with me and they don’t know who you are
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| They say, «Yung Pinch why you such a goddamn star?»
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| Poppin' bottles at the club, gettin' more drinks at the bar
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| These hoes showin' love, put the whole thing on they card, wait
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| What you mad for? |
| I know bad hoes, on some dark shit
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| They get cash flow, do your own thing, see how that goes
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| That’s what I did, yeah, that’s what I did
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| Now it’s 20 years later somewhere far across the ocean
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| Thank God that I made it this far
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| If it wasn’t for my driver then I would’ve crashed the car
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| It’s the beach boy comin' through the city goin' hard
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| I got big money callin' I’m just tryna play it smart
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| Play it smart, I’m just tryna play it smart
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| Play it’s smart, I’m just tryna play it smart
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| Used to be the homie, now we on our own shit
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| Don’t know who you are now
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| Switched up who you rode with
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| Don’t act like you know me, don’t act like you know shit
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| Don’t act like we friends now, boy you on that hoe shit
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| Hatin' on the low shit, talkin' bullshit
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| Say you wanna see me win, I know you don’t
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| Bitch, remember they ain’t like me
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| Now they act just like me, ran off with my old steeze
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| Tryna dress just like me, I see all that fuck shit
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| Ain’t shit gettin' by me, used to want to fight me
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| Well pussy boy come try me
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| I’m with all that fuck shit, actin' like you tough shit
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| New homies really with the shits and they gon' bust quick
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| No I am not tough bitch, I care about my safety
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| No you can’t replace me, hell no you can’t replace me
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| 'Cause I want this forever, yeah forever
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| I got all these bands in my hands might change the weather
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| Wish it would get better, I just need a freight
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| Slide it back homeboy you know I’m gon' be safe
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| Look at where I’m at now, this shit feel like fate
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| Look at where I’m at now, you can’t pass the gate
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| Now it’s 20 years later somewhere far across the ocean
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| Here I am, chillin' with the homies on some grown shit
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| Thank God that I made it this far
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| If it wasn’t for my driver then I would’ve crashed the car
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| It’s the beach boy comin' through the city goin' hard
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| I got big money callin' I’m just tryna play it smart
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| Play it smart, I’m just tryna play it smart
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| Play it’s smart, I’m just tryna play it smart |