Golf
Hutch
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Bet on myself, I got it Guaranteed to make some profit Not narcissistic, diabolic Probably from Pittsburgh, I'm a pirate Out in the open sea, looking for some land, hoe Candle is evergreen, you wouldn't understand, hoe Put some anchovies on the pizza Yeah, we fine dining, sipping margaritas Play a couple keys all up on this lil' motherfucking piano They could never humble me cause I'm already Enough for myself, I'm ample No asterisk, can't bubble me without knowing the struggles we tackled Pulling energy out the depths of me I can't ever waste it on useless battles If they testing me, let it rest in peace They can claim my value is fragile But that shit's all made up to me I was still a king even without my castle That shit's still fucked up to me They hate before they even dibble-dabble in it, try it out Hate before they even fucking dibble-dabble in it Kind of shit is that? Kind of shit is that? They hate before they even fucking dibble-dabble in it, motherfucker Don't expect shit, I was aiming low like it's golf This way more highs are pleasant surprises, way they come off, yeah, yeah Don't expect shit, I was aiming low like it's golf This way more highs are pleasant surprises, way they come off, yeah, yeah Been on the solo-dolo, no longer looking for the photo op Counting my blessings over, I'm already happy with what I've got Got to hone in my focus, never worried about what it's not I could give a f*ck if my shit flop Busy trynna vent from my soap box I don't need any confirmation, I know my shit is hot Don't ever RSVP, they know I'm steady coming for that spot And I don't ever need nobody telling me how to shoot my shot It's whatever to me, it don't effect me, I'm just chilling in this hotbox Stroke, stroke It's on par, we Ghost, ghost It's not important No, goals Yeah, that's on par, see I'm keeping it lowkey Savor the small things Yeah, yeah Don't expect shit, I was aiming low like it's golf This way more highs are pleasant surprises, way they come off, yeah, yeah Don't expect shit, I was aiming low like it's golf This way more highs are pleasant surprises, way they come off, yeah, yeah
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