You think you-
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Man

Why the fuck you say that shit you say if you ain't mean it?
I don't believe it
She bumpin' Brent but she black as Ben Carson (yeah-yeah)
Back in the bricks, I was givin' dick to all my sergeants (yeah-yeah)
I know you mad 'cause your friends ain't no Gs (not at all)
And we got straps as big as thug in my apartment (one, one)
Keep it on the hip when I load the clip and blow the cartridge (bah)
And aim the heat at your garments, boy

What about that shit you say they did when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go
I got 'em on a rope (huh?)
Hit him hard, swing a left and get him gone (uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j- (man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis'
Black Canaro puttin' on a clinic (yeah)
They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak

I wish I would sidechain that kick to a beat, bitch, please
That shit you need, bum
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Hmm

Why the fuck I'm still here walking 'round if you a demon?
You see? (Mh-mh) I don't believe it (not at all)
When I shoot my shit, I don't ever miss, better hit my target (yeah-yeah)
And it go lil' quick, I'm the wrrong nigga to start with (yeah-yeah)
I know why you hate, 'cause you don't feel safe in your own apartment (nah)
I don't know why you hate, 'cause you know you lame and know you bawling (shake it up)
Yeah, I see the bitch in you niggas, I know that's common (uh)
The money can't change how a bitch nigga start it ((shake it up)
End up makin' threats (yeah), start off paying homage (shot)
Caught for possession, I feel like Sarah McLachlan (brrah)
Bitch, drop your nuts, I'm tired of tweetin' and talking
Pretty socks, big Glocks, bitch, I'm with the nonsense, come here (uh)

What about that shit you say they did when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go
I got 'em on a rope (huh?)
Hit him hard, swing a left and get him gone (uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j- (uh)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis'
Black Canaro puttin' on a clinic
They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak

Uh
Uh

Man, that album is fire
(Is it? It's actually quite bold)
It has some w- shit on there, but man
It has some shit on there that's just like, woo
There's a song on there that's actually too- (really?)
Yeah, they had to make- versions to take it off
It was just like too-
It just can't be stomached by the
No, no, it was like the fir-, it was like the first track
I was like, "Oh my God"
I like it, but I was like
So okay, let's do that again (yeah)
It's just the whole thing, so just sing with me

You're selfish like me
It's why we get along famously
It's too late for me, baby
I don't wanna be sold out, baby
I don't wanna be stressed out for profit
I don't wanna be gone that long
Okay, you'll get yours and I'll get mine
You'll get yours and I'll get mine

And then like
You can alternate any of those, however you want, okay, hold on

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Writer(s): Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks