Tonalité : C# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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wanna know how I feel
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to tell them youngins that I made it
Talked to my old lady and she said,
congratulations
Told them boys they
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better catch me
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before I take off on vacation
Chasing after these rats,
I want my pockets
Walkin' with his iceboxes,
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can't nobody break it
I catch a n***a showin' up,
then he gon' meet his maker
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Make a couple bands and hit the road
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Do a couple shows, design a head to toe
Let him know that I'm the greatest, ayy
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And if he think I'm lyin',
then it's fuckin'
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Wish I could buy my pops some VVs
before that n***a touch them
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Rookie to the game,
still learnin' how to hustle
A n***a tryin' J, baby,
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I might just have to bust him
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Fuck you, man,
I'm from the city of the struggle
Remember sleepin' out my cousin
Hans with no cover, dawg
We was on some cheap shit
Them ramen noodles,
what we eatin'?
You said you wanna race,
you better pay me for that remix
Herbs in my nerves,
I can't describe what I'm seein'
My partner in the mirror,
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and I pull up in the De mon
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Don't count on me tryna talk,
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don't believe ya
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These hoes do you dirty,
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and these niggas out here tweakin'
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Man, what the fuck, ayy,
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sometimes it be a day once
I gotta keep it on me
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just in case I gotta take one
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Humble for this bad,
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I'm just waitin' till that day come
Just want the green,
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I'm givin' zero fucks like I'm Tatum
You my shawty, you my rider,
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for my piece, you my Jet Li one
Sell out on them tickets,
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tryna take over a stadium
Tell him I said, fuck you,
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ain't signin' to your label
Tell him I said, fuck you,
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do my own paper tastin'
I've been goin' with the flow,
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I'm just doin' what I can
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Now they say I'm actin' different,
I'm showin' I'm on a man
Now, when I get this bag,
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I ain't goin' broke again
Now I'm slidin' that GT,
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ain't fuckin' with the bed, dawg
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Ayy, ayy
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Slidin' that GT,
ain't fuckin' with the bed, dawg
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Naw, ayy
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Slidin' that GT,
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ain't fuckin' with the bed, dawg
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Ayy man, real shit man,
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why the fuck these boys tryna,
man on SBK man,
shout out to National Money League
right in the mouth,
real shit man,
let the beat ride man,
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I'm vibin' to this shit
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Mmm, get diggy with it
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Mmm, get diggy with it
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Mmm, mmm
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