| My momma been told me don’t give no poor performance
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| And whatever you gon' do, just do it
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| Never thought 'bout doin' music
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| I was tryna build my phone up
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| Contact full of drug abusers
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| Ridin' around with that mask tryna figure out what my cousin doin'
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| Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin' bricks
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| Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit
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| Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
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| I be at James Harden house, I’m all in Houston, in the mix
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| I’m talkin' 'bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
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| And I don’t even know no players
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| I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
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| I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up
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| And we ain’t squashin' shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us
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| You niggas better pay up, yeah
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| Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer, «Go for a lighter sentence»
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| I don’t want know no problems with y’all niggas, y’all got women tendencies
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| Ion’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business
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| Ridin' 'round in that Lamb' truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain’t rented
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| Givin' out my respect, get respect in every city
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| Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
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| Fucked around and got plugged in, I’m bitin' out that Richard Mille
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| Stay out my lil' brother bidness
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| Just know that they gettin' millions
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| Press the button right there to let the doors in
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| Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin' all in
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| This house rise every way, she callin' more friends
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| My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain
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| Sippin' wockiana, come here thotiana
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| Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah
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| What kinda watch you wanted?
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| Man, that’s nothin' mami
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| I’m not bein' funny, ah, yeah, yeah
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| I shoulda knew you was gon' rat the day you told me
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| A hunnid racks in all dubs, it ain’t no foldin' me
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| I ain’t no puppet, ain’t with nobody controllin' me
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| I go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin' me
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| Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I’m tryna buy one
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| I told lil' shawty, «Just let bygones be bygones»
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| Tell the Feds, «Get off my dick, I don’t gotta buy guns»
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| Ain’t got the right one, yeah
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| Press the button right there to let the doors in
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| Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin' all in
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| This house rise every way, she callin' more friends
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| My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain
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| To let the doors in
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| I’m goin' all in
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| She callin' more friends
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| I cannot bargain |