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(TAB, he's cool, he's with me)
Now watch me take these down at record timing
I know that it's killing, but it's fine with me
Don't know where I'm going but I'm stuck in a dream
And now I move through the city wildin'
Don't know what's wrong with you baby, stop it
She wanna party, wanna pop them bottles (Pop them bottles with me)
Only time you hit my line
Only time you call me back
Know just what you want from me (Whatchu want from me?)
You just want them drugs for free (You want them drugs for free?)
Party til you can't see (You can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see)
You ain't never slowing down, you ain't never coming back
Shooting them shots no chase
Lost count of how many I had today
But I still feel okay
Paranoid, gotta keep a pistol up on my waist
Party with my clique and me,
Roll with the gang but I got no RICO case (Gang gang)
Another day, another pill to the face to keep my balance but
Doctor said it's all okay
Another pill in the array
Just so I can feel okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
Swerving these bitches, I'm cool
Don't want to talk no I don't want to be friends with you (F*ck you)
I don't got nothing to prove
Run up on me and you'll come face to face with a tool (Bang)
The way I cook this shit is magic, you'd think I have a milly stuffed in a mattress
Running up the charts, making millions, running through the fucking game,
Yeah you know what I'm causing havoc
Gimme the sport man I don't want no muscle unless its a super track (Run me the Trackhawk)
Rock with the gang, my family, my girl you know that I'll go straight through hell and back (On god)
Sick of these fakes they not listening to me every time that I send 'em a fuckin track
Like I ain't the next one up man, always get better patching up the things I lack
And recently I'm getting better as a writer
Don't need a ghostwriter off Fiverr
Barely even need to lie in my lyrics anymore cuz my future been getting brighter
What?
I really be living this life
Well maybe I'm bending the truth just a little
But that's just to get all the fire bars think I lit 'em up with a lighter
I'm leaving the studio scorched
I'm heating the banger with torches
It ain't too late to jump off the porch
Are you tryna flex in that Porsche? (What?)
Who you foolin' boy you know that's a rental
My new blue Audi boy that shit is mental
I ain't judging, I ain't saying its wrong, but
You better stop lying on instrumentals
Now watch me take these down at record timing
I know that it's killing, but it's fine with me
Don't know where I'm going but I'm stuck in a dream
And now I move through the city wildin'
Don't know what's wrong with you baby, stop it
She wanna party, wanna pop them bottles (Pop them bottles with me)
Whatchu want from me?
You want them drugs for free?
You can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see

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