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10 bands for a fan, sayin' 10 toes, but your mouth ran
Broke-ass bum say he tough, but that nigga ran
On my lonesome, I'm just sayin'
Shit, if there was five of them, I'd whoop
they ass with ten hands, huh
Nigga, I'm the man, hey, you already knew that
Who duckin' me, had claim they turn me to a
smooth pack
I'll just put up where you stay, yo, bitch
like, who dat
Now she always say my name, put it on a boob tat
Can't wait till I pop, nah, it's crazy, I'm the one they proud of
Bag the baddest bitch around and drip out in prada
But I won't my bae not worried about Balenciaga
They ain't heard of me when I was on my last
dollar
That's when I had nada, now I got them knot-knots
Bad bitch hands all in my pants, she did that on a opp block
Same one you kiss on the lips, same one I got top by
She wanna give me top again, so I'm like, baby, why not
Make a movie, y'all watch, wanna turn then wait, nigga
Stay down till you come up, I said, I'm tryna make like eight figures
Not like me then do not try to ride my wave, nigga
Only reason I got poppin' cause this shit I say different
Yeah, I just do my own shit
Mind my business stack like I'm on the Forbes list
Dude talk crazy on the net, but he a whole bitch
Don't got much to say, I just make him notice
They can know my name, but they don't know shit
I know who I am in my mind like no shit
People ain't give me a chance, but now I'm so lit
They ain't give a damn till they seen the cold wrist
I don't know what's next, but I keep doing steps on em
Level up progressively, you see the way I flex on em
Now I got a check, but all of a sudden they check on me
When you doing more, that's when you start caring less homie
Shining every day, I don't need VVS on
When I'm up on stage, I got the mic up in my right palm
Do it for LA, he tatted on my left arm
When they say T-Rob, already know that I'm the best one