| Vintage shirt, got the Off-White jeans
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| Smokin' this ganja, you know I be smokin' green
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| Skirt-skirt, Maserati pull up to the scene
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| Stackin' this paper in Supreme, lookin' hella clean
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| Catch me in designer, Gucci be around my jeans
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| Brunette shawty, we just smokin' on the beach
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| She hella fine, can’t wait to get her on her knees
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| Bad lil' shawty got a thong that says «Pink»
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| Rollin' up a blunt, light it, then I face it
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| People talkin' shit, but they live in the basement
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| Don’t care for no fakes, I care about my payments
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| Rollin' marijuana and I’m gettin' faded
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| If you got a dream, then you gotta chase it
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| If you overthink it, that’s a dream that’s wasted
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| If you got a dream, then you gotta chase it, yeah
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| If you overthink it, that’s a dream that’s wasted
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| And now they wanna tell me I switched up
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| It wasn’t real at all, it was just lust
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| Everybody fake, I have no trust, yeah
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| Because I saw the fakeness in their love
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| It wasn’t real at all, it was just lust
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| Everybody fake, I have no trust, yeah
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| And now they wanna tell me I switched up
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| Because I saw the fakeness in their love
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| It wasn’t real at all, it was just lust
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| Everybody fake, I have no trust, yeah
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| I got trust issues, I can’t fuck with nobody
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| They don’t even really see me 'til I pull up Maserati
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| I be chillin' by my lonely, Bathing Ape all on me
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| Mix it with Supreme, don’t you ever call me «homie»
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| Countin' all these bands and I did it on my own
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| Now all these people wanna hit my phone
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| But where ya asses at when I was broke?
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| Sayin' that you real, but that shit’s a joke
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| Hittin' marijuana 'til I choke
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| Now all these people wanna hit my phone
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| But where ya asses at when I was broke?
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| Sayin' that you real, but that shit’s a joke
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| Hittin' marijuana 'til I choke
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| Smoke this weed, I do it all alone
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| I can do this shit on my own
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| I can do this shit on my own, yeah |