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Standards way too high can't have no ting not ten out of ten
I done told them all countless times, but I still gotta tell 'em again
Fives and sixes, sevens and eights
Them ones just better as friends
Standards way too high can't have no ting not ten out of ten
Look
Way too arrogant ego inflated
I'm tryna run up some big payments
Fashion on point my drip raining
Moving forward fam I'm progressive, look how aggressive the kid came in
Get in the gym fam, lose some weight
I don't even care if I'm fat shaming
Give me the facts
I was on timing when it was the summer it's only correct that I'm bringing it back
I know they hate that I'm keeping it real they get nervous as hell when I keep it a stack
Them man can talk about me all they want when they see me in person they don't wanna chat
Them haters cry every day and they lie on my name, but I'm still never hearing the cap
Made their ting go left like Robben
Now they got their hands on their heads like Rashford
Still tryna teach these yutes like Stanford
Ten out of ten won't lower my standards
C-B-A these boys got it backwards
X out negative factors
Still living out my story, that's more life, more Ps, more chapters
Standards way too high can't have no ting not ten out of ten
I done told them all countless times, but I still gotta tell 'em again
Fives and sixes, sevens and eights
Them ones just better as friends
Standards way too high can't have no ting not ten out of ten
I don't wanna hear no talk online no I don't wanna hear no feedback
Way too long won't read that, still up on a level them man can't reach
Man got back in the booth, went mad on a tune
Talk facts yeah, know I'm gon' preach
I got bare man tryna say we're beefing but I don't even know what that mean
I been on working and pumping the numbers up don't even try and ask me how I been
Two out of ten tryna talk on DMs I ain't really got time for that leave it on seen
I'm tryna rock the stage, tryna lock the game, tryna run it up win for the team
Ticking the goals in my life like the tick on the cross body bag
All them man who be hating still copy my swag
I need big money moves imma cop me some land
99 problems a lot in my hands
I be living my life in real life not the gram
Aired out the kid but they rock with the man
Can't nobody come get in the way of the plan
Winning and winning I stick to the brand
I been cooking up, cooking up, whipping the pan
I hear way too many talking up, please one at a time
There be so many man tryna give out their opinions, I'm not paying none of them mind
Coming correct until nothing is left 'till I finish you know I'll be coming in right
None of these man really do it the way that I do it, that's why I ain't taking advice (ever)
Standards way too high can't have no ting not ten out of ten
I done told them all countless times, but I still gotta tell 'em again
Fives and sixes, sevens and eights
Them ones just better as friends
Standards way too high can't have no ting not ten out of ten