| All you rappers fake and only wanting cash
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| I’ve been dedicated and I’m smoking gas
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| I pick the red iPhone, and not the jet black
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| Bitch, you know that I’ve been working, it ain’t nothin' but a fact
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| I did not ask for help, I did this on my own
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| And I always stay flossing, call me Mike Jones
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| If you’ve got a dream, then you gotta chase it
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| I be chilling with my brothers, and we get faded
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| Take another shot of Henny, now I’m getting wasted
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| I don’t fuck with all these rappers 'cause they just too basic
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| I be smoking dank, I don’t fuck with fakes
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| Feelin' like a movie star, call me Johnny Cage
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| 'Preme up out my boxes, I ain’t got no Bape
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| Rolling up a blunt, take it to the face
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| Fuck a fake bitch, I ain’t ever worry 'bout that
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| I’ma do me, work hard, I’ma get these stacks
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| Yeah, aye
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| Smokin' on this green, you could call me Yoda
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| Mixin' up this Henny with the Coca-Cola
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| I be in my Vintage, chillin' in this Polo
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| Rollin' up a Backwood while I’m chilling solo
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| Yeah, aye
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| Bitch, you know I’m sipping, and I got the loud
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| Smoking on this ganja always calm me down
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| I be mixin' up this soda, mix it with the crown
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| People saying that they got me but they always let me down
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| I don’t need no friends, rather be alone
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| I’ve been steady working, do it on my own
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| All these fake-ass people always tryna hit my phone
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| Always talking all this shit then they try to copy, bro
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| I ain’t worried 'bout nobody, I be rollin' up my dope
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| I be smoking up a Backwood and I take it to the dome
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| Do this shit, 'cause I love it and I won’t ever let it go
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| All these rappers acting suss and they only want dough
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| If you’ve got a dream, then you’ve got to chase it
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| I be writing all these lyrics, getting faded
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| What’s a dream if you don’t wake up and chase it?
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| What’s a dream if you don’t wake up and chase it? |