| Man, you niggas got me mad as hell |
| Knife up in my back with a smile, sayin' you wish me well (Hrr, hrr) |
| Can't you tell? |
| I'm the one, no need to yell (Phew) |
| Brace my heart, snitches praise online while Jeff still in jail |
| Free the Slime (Slatt) and all the guys, no fear prevail |
| Roll the dice, bet the house on mine and I'll lead the line |
| Pay the fine, pop's in the feds, killin' a little time |
| Told the OG, "Keep his head up (Got you), and I'ma hold it down" |
| I got the girls, mom dukes and Jazz, I'll get my spine (Phew) |
| Me versus me, veni, vidi, vici, I'm tryin' to kick the doors (Ay) |
| Fuckin' hoes, face card, Mona Lisa, this the Da Vinci code (Yuh) |
| But when I'm flyin' through the city in the Tootsie Rolls |
| I'm in that mode, ready, set— |
| Ah, here you go, a foot race, survival of the fittest, just the way it go |
| (Facts) |
| Ninth grade, it was fuck the field, in them classrooms (Fuck 'em) |
| Tenth grade, I picked up the mic, and I cash rooms (Cash) |
| Eleventh grade, I got a little taller |
| But I'm a different baller |
| Twelfth grade, the boy 'comes a man, I had a outward father |
| Life shit never gets easier, only gets harder |
| Smile it, or keep pushin' forward, better move smarter (Go) |
| Or work harder |
| Reach for the moons, steppin' on clouds |
| No complainin', never make excuses, so I stop now (Draft) |
| Heavy is the head, better bust down before I get my crown (Brr) |
| Niggas talkin' crazy, better kick rocks (Kick) |
| Better pick it up (Huh), better, huh |
| Push it |
| Puh, puh, push it |
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| FN jumpin' all over the place, |
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| get up with me when you can |
| Uh, look, ay, I cut her off, and now my dick small |
| Shit, I heard worser things from better people, I'm not fazed at all |
| I bet you'd lose your faith if you was broke like we was |
| I bet you had to ask if you got rich as us, I'm juggin' in the Bentley truck |
| It's keys red, it's not a cat, this a Ferrari, baby |
| Fucked all her friends, I told her, "Sorry, I'm not sorry, baby" |
| This little ho a fiend, she do more drugs than Jeff Hardy, baby |
| Anymore than I need them, it's retarded, baby |
| I, I think about my nut before we started, baby |
| My garage filled with clothes, my gangster clothes shakin' crazy, baby |
| From '97, but my shoes from the 80s, baby |
| Move it like Frasier, baby, black peel, she eliminated |
| I'm never intimidated, these niggas is pussy |
| She a Harvard graduate, but she felt like Suki |
| And her daddy rich, but her brother ain't a ho |
| He'll beat up in the back of any grocery store |
| I'll buy the whole case if the number get low |
| Ironic Reese little bro named Chase 'cause we be dosed to the floor |
| And we beat up the whales, give 'em TDs, hell |
| My first Margielas, wore 'em till my fuckin' ankles were swell |
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| I got rich off One Night, still impatient as hell |
| I can't tell if she white or if she ashy as hell |
| My muse scared as hell but she fled around like she ain't |
| I will not hit your cup if it ain't dark as my mink |
| I'll pay a couple extra 'cause the acorn extinct |
| How I'm racist? Can't tell if she a Asian or— |
| Hundred grand on my teeth, no time for braces, little bitch |
| While my bitch is |
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| , pussy pink, asshole wink |
| What you know 'bout havin' supporters that feel like you gon' sink? |
| What you know 'bout bein' so rich, you sleepin', scared it's a dream? |
| Why the fuck they treat drank like it's methamphetamine? |
| Why they on dick so bad, they obsessed with the team? |
| Us |
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| Niggas talkin' crazy, better kick rocks |
| Better pick it up, better, huh |
| Push it |
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