| Wanna hit the women I be swimmin' in
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| Cute, but don’t confuse it as I’m feminine (Nah)
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| Make a phone call if I feel your threats is imminent
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| Niggas press you, oh now you don’t remember it
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| How convenient, haven’t reached my zenith (Right)
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| Rock new clothes and never take 'em to the cleaners (Nah)
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| In the Hamptons with the fam at the summer home (Brr, brr)
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| Bag’s callin', this really is a money phone
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| Black excellence, me and this fine specimen
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| Take her to the telly, never bring her to my residence
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| Nah, I ain’t tryna let her ShadeRoom me
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| But shit happens, boy c’est la vie
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| Ugh, it’s salvation, or salary
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| You can’t find that in the same place (Same place)
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| I risk it all for my unborn (Unborn)
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| Put it on the line for my namesake (Yeah)
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| If you only stash it you stagnant (Stagnant)
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| You way too in love with that bag shit (Bag shit)
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| But only Jesus saves, pass the collection plate
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| Look, they don’t understand the pain
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| When eyes on you, and you carrying the family name
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| Make a false move, you could bring the family shame
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| I played it straight, now they thinkin' that I’m candy cane
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| It’s cool I play opossum, I’m an actor now
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| Niggas be wifing up the pass arounds
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| Yeah, I slash and leave
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| Low key, nobody has to see
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| The hidden ones like Assassin’s Creed
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| I know, y’all thought you had me pegged
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| But y’all got it wrong
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| See, I was young, baggin' shorties and they soccer moms
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| Twinnin', and 11s only just beginning
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| Somebody tell these dudes that they finished
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| It’s Diggy
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| It’s salvation, or salary
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| You can’t find that in the same place (Same place)
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| I risk it all for my unborn (Unborn)
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| Put it on the line for my namesake (Yeah)
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| If you only stash if you stagnant (Stagnant)
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| You way too in love with that bag shit (Bag shit)
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| But only Jesus saves, pass the collection plate
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| Yo, See, it’s salvation or salary
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| You dudes built the foundation on fallacies (Yeah)
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| And everybody puttin' on a front (Woah)
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| It’s like being fake is a normality
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| Yeah, I keep it real, so it look like I’m the culprit
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| Travel the world, I’m well cultured
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| King of the jungle, watching for poachers and vultures
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| Little girls everywhere, hangin' up my posters
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| He’s so Disney, oris he? |
| I’ll let you decide
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| I’ll make your girl feel electric, then slide
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| Haha, papa
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| The problem is, y’all ain’t got no passion
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| I go hard, when I don’t really have to (I really don’t)
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| It’s salvation, or salary
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| You can’t find that in the same place (Same place)
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| I risk it all for my unborn (Unborn)
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| Put it on the line for my namesake (Yeah)
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| If you only stash if you stagnant (Stagnant)
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| You way too in love with that bag shit (Bag shit)
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| But only Jesus saves, pass the collection plate |