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Can you, uh, cut everything up in my headphones a little bit?

Thank you very much

Thank you

Yeah, yeah, uh

So let me just gas this shit like crash the whip

I'm showin' off on accident

Passionate and sick, I'm Kobe Bean with the assist

'Cause I won't pass to them

I break it down and roll it on my lonely

'Cause I don't want no fake homies, no Manolos, only Tonys

And this world is mine, I knew that since my daddy reached his climax

You think that it's sick, I think it's honest

I smoke a whole eighth throughout the day, call it survivin'

My mind is like a safe that I'm just fillin' up with problems

God, thank you for my girl, we fuck, I know she feel my pain

She hold me tight and grip my back and tell me give her everything

I live my life against the grain, to be like them, I'm so allergic

I'm dirty, there's no detergent

Not worried 'cause they ain't perfect

With these words, I been servin' the streets

Don't matter if I'm serving the streets you on, I'm still helpin' 'em eat

Don't matter if I come in second place, it's not certain defeat

Don't matter what you say, everyone know you just speakin' to speak

No matter what you say, even if I'm broke, I'm still keepin' it me

All you listen to is hoes so how the fuck is you keepin' it G?

You see how I live so discrete, woe is me

I got money deservedly

Been through Hell and back with gasoline drawers on

And yet I'm still flourishin'

So I know you **** heard of me

I won't take your girl, just take her heart and call it surgery

Please don't speak on me foul, that shit is called perjury

I'm tryna put my nephew in a Benz before I'm thirty three

Tryna put these habits down before they start hurtin' me

Searchin' for a real one in this world is like

Tryna find a Jollibee in Harlem

Don't even get me started

I spit my fucking soul and they been stallin'

And they been stallin'

Livin' like Ace, hundred racks in the safe

Eating chow mein, baby from Spain, played it safe

Monopolize and build a brand so big, they can't break it

Six figures off of retail, damn, this shit crazy (Goddamn)

Real **** off top so I ain't trippin' off much

Knocked baby off the 'Gram, took her out for some brunch

I've been tryna make it shake, I been outside for a month

A fresh orange juice, something slight in the blunt

Like my OG Deuce told me, man, it's never enough

A two-piece and Burlingame, automatic, I'm up

I like to keep my whips clean but barely drive 'em, I'm nuts

My bitch got a lil' whip so she be pickin' me up

Baby girl, this not a Wraith, but shit, this Uber a 'luxe

LJ, Caleborate, love, who cooler than us?

I analyze the situation and take my time with it

We can't do much, love, I'm on the time light (Sock it to me)

Accountant knockin' at my door, I gotta sign shit (Goddamn)

Ocean view, orange juice, and an omelette

When I wanna drop shit, bitch, I drop shit (Numbers)

I'm nonchalant to the bitch but really havin' chips, off the dribble

Check, yeah

You're doin' good

Sock it to me

We ain't come to this motherfucker to play no games

You know what I'm sayin'?

Something slight

Ay, ay, ay

Man, good job

Caleborate, I got you

Numbers, bad

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay