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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah! Yeah!
"You already know what it is mane it's"
Drop it! (Drop it)
From my lenses, from my optics
Stack a band, track the profits
From my hands, I'm a prophet
You in my land, we gon' drop it
Aye, if it's in my hands, I'm gon' lob it
Aye, hundred bands flowing from the faucet
Uh
Knowing you gon' come across it
Got nothing left to write, had to leave' em with no options
You all for show, go ahead and close the curtains
You at a low, all that flexing got you hurting
Told us you gon' blow up, but you sound a little too certain
Don't get too close to me with all that bullshit I'm allergic
She from the streets, but we know she universal
Closet full of PINK, got her sipping on that Purple
Told her slide that drink, now I'm all up in her journal
Rappers reaching peaks, 'cause they never go commercial
I told' em see ya, never ever wanna be ya
Met this lil' jawn at the function, should've seen her
Walked into the party and they turned up all the speakers
Coming with new flows, shit gon' fill up y'all arenas
Aye, man
Hungry for the money, this gon' feed ya
Stand on my two feet, give a f*ck about a feature
Been a bad lil' angel, but she play games like Alita
Your Insta been inspired by a phony, not a leader
Playing all the angles, I ain't going out like Caesar
Step up in my sanctum, time to listen to the preacher
Diamonds got that frost, now my heart up in the freezer
Snap a picture for the poster, I'ma streak ya
Aye
What
Man
I told' em drop it! (Drop it! Drop it!)
Stack a band, track the profits (Profits! profits!)
From my hands, I'mma prophet (Yeah!)
You in my land, we gon drop it
Taking over parks, got me feeling like I'm Friga
Villain in the dark, got me feeling like I'm Frieza
They won't ask about me cause you know I'll CP3 ya
Road from rags to riches, all my bitches got 2 seaters
Yeah
Man, this the type of shit that busts your speakers
Said it's getting louder, we gon' go a little deeper
I'ma flick my wrist, took my time to fill the meter
Walking living heater, all my verses catching fevers
Pen and papers, this gon' draw up some attention
Shoutout to the hustlers, they don't need a mention
Winners in this circle, taking over all dimensions
Ain't no debate, I don't even feel the tension
We gon' take it back until them Vinyls get to Spinnin'
Record-breaking records, all my music really hittin'
It go round n' round, 'til Flo Rida get to spittin'
So welcome to my house, best believe we gon' defend it

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