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(Damn, EJ, you made this?)
Yeah, yeah, they want Dee to keep dropping music like-, okay
C'mon, okay
Look, they wanted Dee to keep dropping music like you hard, but you the one
You underground flashing the fye, but you ain't never blow your gun
I gotta get back to the house 'cause I'm my mama oldest son
They helped me out when I was down, so now I'm up, can't give you nothin'
I'm out the way getting this money, I can't lie, I'm on the run
Up there, no, but I ain't happy, job ain't finished, we ain't done
My whole life, I rode a Benz, just wanna ball like on LeBron
I don't vent, I hit the stu', roll up a joint and make a song
She ain't fuck with me at first, but now she see I'm going up
Taking these drugs to ease the pain, can't lie, it be having me stuck
It's kinda hard searching for love when all these hos just wanna fuck
It ain't no point beefin' with me, you can't even show a hundred bucks
Fuck that one rapper dude, his music ass, that nigga suck
He say he wan' do something now, he must be fried, that nigga drunk
I got that gas, this shit is out, it's stinking, fuck, just like a skunk
These folks be capping for the 'Gram, most of these just be pulling stunts
I don't like rockin' designer, I fuck with the Nike Techs
I got a stunt for all the times that I was broke, that's why I flex
Money, drugs, that's how I live, don't really care about the sex
My people dyin', ain't gon' lie, I just be feelin' like I'm next
I got brothers who got bodies, I got folks who writin' checks
I'm the coach callin' the players, I feel like, probably Belichick
Ain't never had to do too much, I get a bit wet through a text
I get high, start reminiscing, I can't lie, I miss my ex
They wanted Dee to keep dropping music like you hard, but you the one
You underground flashing the fye, but you ain't never blow your gun
I gotta get back to the house 'cause I'm my mama oldest son
They helped me out when I was down, so now I'm up, can't give you nothin'
I'm out the way getting this money, I can't lie, I'm on the run
Up there, no, but I ain't happy, job ain't finished, we ain't done
My whole life, I rode a Benz, just wanna ball like on LeBron
I don't vent, I hit the stu', roll up a joint and make a song