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to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that”
Want picture perfect baby you can check
to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that”
Want picture perfect baby you can check
Niggas say I'm insane, Saddam Hussein
Niggas still jokers, me, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Fly kicks, my shit, yeah, I'm on that Liu Kang
I ain't bragging but
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh

Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, that's my D-J
Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, yea
Wit' Weezy
some ice

I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga
He got that magic stick that make my
be brainless
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville,
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..

[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
sure do 'cause right now
The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Jenny Craig

I ain't goin' to jail, I ain't goin' to jail
Aw man, I ain't even did
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
Ha you got to be patient man it ain't going nowhere
One get some champagne bring some roses
Or something you know play some soft shit
Light a fire
fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh

Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, that's my D-J
Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, yea
Wit' Weezy
mothafuckin' fame go
Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though
Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
White bitches
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
Ha you got to be patient man it ain't going nowhere
One get some champagne bring some roses
Or something you know play some soft shit
Light a fire
mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they just
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..

[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
pay like you weigh 
You could come by, shit you can't say 
That my girl Mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon 
 
'Cause ain't nothing going on but
fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh

Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, that's my D-J
Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, yea
Wit' Weezy
that shit boi 
I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps 
Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, they're
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
of the Wu-Tang manual
Handles to keep this hip-hop shit tangible
Illegible, every egg ain't edible
My tracks remain Unforgettable
Like Ol' Nat Cole
Got to catch
on asking me about the Illuminati
Is you stupid nigga
Young Black millionaire
Old White billionaires
I'm sure that they could do without me
And I ain't really
don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa