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Yeah, you really the same
Yeah, you stayin' the same
You really a lame
You really a lame
You really a lame, 'n I know now, that I couldn't make it if you didn't move over
Yeah, I took a sip but I still feel sober
'N I can see they face, when I see they on that, 'n I be 2 tonin'
Yeah, I be alone, like I don't need no one
'N they not 'w me, they don't know me better than no 808
I get up, I take his bag, like look what else I did today
I was signin' deals in public places, 'n you can't get in
T I wanna kill 'em, but I'm chillin' it's whatever
This me when he think I didn't rap, like he thought I was playin'
She say that you good, but in the game, I see they never play 'em
But I'm sayin'
Why you gon' be hatin', but you in my DM for no reason
I be havin' fun, when I say in LA 'n I'm PHX
I just want my ones 'w all my opps, I don't want help or nun
Richard Mille in my room, I wear it when I'm doin nun
Imma act a fool, when I get 2 of 'em, you wanted one
I feel like I'm Wilt, we got no footage, but I'm hunnid up
Pull up in a Benz, I pour up that Celie
Fly out to Berlin, shoutout Berleezy
Billie, Mandy, and Grim, how I pull up with that reaper
Skrrrrrrrt, trackhawk truck, jeepers creepers
Skrrrrt, pull up broom sticks, house keeping
Skrttt, nigga think he the biggest, but everyone doubt it
Wake up he surrounded, private island
Need the best of both worlds, Miley Cyrus
Yeah, DOA, can't resuscitate, I'm balling Andrew Tate
'N I'm too rare to die, I'll never have a wake,
Niggas pillow talking, Ion care what they say
Nigga broke stressing, his hair turning gray
Like a college student, all about the pape
Motorola flipping
Bitch I keep razor, putting numbers on the board
Nomo dry eraser
'N I make money walk
I Still don't hear you talk
I'm glad I didn't see ya
But I'm all in ya city
I'm ya city, I'm in hotel, if you wanna pull up, I'm catchin' a opp
I think he fan, he know what he did, I don't wanna do it, so get on the floor
Really be goin' 100, when I'm the whip, 'n I don't key gotta when I'm it
Fuck you, I really don't fuck wit nobody
I'm in her head, when you know you ain't 'w her
I had to tell him, don't listen to shawty
She outa town, get a body a minute
I know he really be missin' you shawty
Now you got KND tat on ya neck
'N you still on the bench, I hope that you never get up
I makin' 'em sit
I got tired of chillin, 'n Imma kill 'em, 'n Imma I tell 'em I did it