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Uh, I'll give you what you came for (Ah, ah, what you—)

I'll give you what you came for (Tony), what you got

I never learned to skateboard, but I learned to grind

Some of my **** had to make more, so they turned to crime

When they told me I would stay poor, learned to rhyme

Ma, I gotta claim more, love the way I rhyme

She like, "Why you give me cake for?" You buyin' Saint La—

I remind her of a break boy, dancin' on her box

When-when I'm out the States, drink-drinkin' in a bar

I got Cartier like Playboi, acres on a high

Why I'm known in every state for? Stayin' on the line

I'm the man in every wave form, handin' a **** law

I know passive how I came off, manic in the thoughts

Know it gave a **** day jobs, stayin' on the block

Sta-stack in case the rain fall, hit me for the drought

On this path, but I take long, thank you for the route

Talkin' bad on **** names, dog, ready for a fight

You get spun like I'm the 8 ball, ****, and the star

Leave you battered for a great cause, shake a **** fries

No, it ain't a game, but you got

Nah, I never learned to stakeboard, but I learned to grind

Some of my **** had to make more, so they turned to crime

When they told me I would stay poor, learned to rhyme

What you came for

I'll give you what you came for, what you got

I never learned to skateboard, but I learned to—

Some of my **** had to make more, so they turned to—

And they told me I would stay poor when I'm—

I'll give you what you came for

Give you what you came for

I'll give you what you came for

Give you what you came for

I'll give you what you came for

Give you what you—

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