Wanting More
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My day job is your dream job Then I hit the stu' where my dreams are Two careers and I kill 'em both None of my peers are coming close None of my fears are taking hope Pay attention and take notes Haven't got to my prime yet Like I forgot to pay Bezos I stay bros with day ones Lay low on fake ones You might be up now But you comin' down when your day comes Talk a lot about gang shit Talk a lot about staying rich Talk a lot about dough you got On beats you stole that you couldn't afford Oh man Versace, Versace, I don't give a f*ck 'bout Versace Or illuminati, as long as I know that the dough that I'm getting Keep going like the fibonacci I'm cooking, I'm cheffing, I got the hibachi Throw me the pussy, I ran through the posse Fucking her softly, mattress is costly Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head and stop me Yeah West side boy with a east side ting when I pull up, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt) Girls who never cared back then saying what up, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt) Used to hate the money rap it's so ignorant But back then I didn't think that I'd be paying Manhattan rent Talkin' 'bout taste? Talkin' 'bout taste? Oh my god I'm so expensive (Oh my god!) Oh you wanna flex? Oh you wanna flex? Boy don't start that competition (No flex!) You don't want to get involved, not at all Man I swear to god these brown moms got more ice than all of y'all Swear to god these brown girls more spice than everyone Swear to god Aishwarya, since '94, you're the only one Swear to god, Mashallah, Persian girls you're on one I want y'all to scream "yallah" when you hear this song come My wallet feel like a cemetery Rest in peace to these presidents Respect us when you address us At our future Hidden Hills residence Lot of y'all are fake activists Always posting on Twitter shit Man real shit When's the last time you donated to anything? I gave racks to Syria (Racks) Gave racks to India (Racks) Gave dick to girls who once said Sorry I'm not into ya It's funny how those things change Funny how that bridge burns Back then you curved me Now my hands on your curves This year I'm getting the last word Need to get this shit faster Work hard 'til I'm surrounded by all stars like passwords First lesson for the new comers Just know the industry is never fair (Never) Everybody just shares lies while still expecting the lion's share Look I'm very nice I just don't need your advice on how to get my music right You never even made a song in your life Telling me how to make it better I don't tell you hot to get her wetter I only act like I never met her Where the f*ck you really think she really got that sweater huh? Don't try, every song you just lie I will not play your tape This ain't 13 Reasons Why This is really do or die This is me, myself, and I Look up in the sky And watch a brown boy fly Watch a brown boy fly A brown boy fly Watch a brown boy fly A brown boy fly Watch a brown boy fly A brown boy fly Watch him fucking soar And he's only 24, yeah
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