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If you not inspired you should reassess Went from needing checks dire to a CLS To a Learjet higher to show yeah I'm blessed But you know He test flesh we should get undressed This is not a test, period look what I did I'm so on top of their heads I'm at their wig I know I gotta kill em instead I let em live But you know ain't no telling or fear from where I'm is Provocateur derogator in high couture Cru in flute glass killer decor, Versace Store A Poor mind but pour mine on the ground For my niggas in the clouds who no longer around No dumbing it down don't play that like I'm Homey D. Clown Your homie a clown I wave he tried to show me a pound I showed him around your hand ain't made for water or crowns You struggling wow bet you learn what the oven is now Been taking it light I'm a star Michael Jackson And it's on the floor like I got that shit from acting We don't get a cut it most likely will be action We don't do the front just pull up and do the backend My shooter a munch eat your lunch I call him Pac-Man We ain't doing brunch fuck you thought bitch do a lap dance serious Look what I've done the hoods in the front The bag is in the trunk Shopping spree the game few bags and then I'm done Stop and see the change big cash you little bum Premonitions ghetto wishes did I mention hella visions And extensions gotta get it chase dreams getting riches All my bitches getting niggas with office and position for not switching Now they children get room for ambition bitch Talk it like I live it ain't no fraudulence in lyrics This what you get from pulling strings call me a ventriloquist serious Look how I grew so good at what I do you think I'm one of you serious Bitch how many times you say that you've been shown this How many shots you'd say that yall done thrown missed? Keep it a bone bitch yall wasn't on this I can tell where you headed by your friend choice I don't wanna talk I just hit em with an invoice Niggas a take your last then sit and laugh when you ain't got shit I'm studying your path where you went bad i sit and watch shit 7 go do your math I'm teaching class of higher optics Your head is so up your ass stick up and grab just for some notches Yall niggas in boxes I got this bitch I'm a locksmith My niggas on blocks with a stocked fist for whoever's shopping They call me a prophet I say I'm persistent Fuck whoever aint listening They barely be seeing the shit I do anyway kind of bad with the vision But mine in a tunnel I come from the cold Where he bundled with a bundle hustle for mind and soul Where he unload and the gun blow knew it was time to go I'm Rapunzel but it's cutthroat niggas be scared of rope I'm trying to share the hope you can do everything for me to come but niggas be scared to go That's why they proud of the one I've become and I need the bread before, serious