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Yanos The Truth

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Day by day, how I'm taking it (yeah)
They just wanna come and join the ride, surf the wave a bit (yeah)
I can't hang with them, I keep it real and they be faking it (yeah)
Since a jit, been on the grind, that bag, you know I'm chasing it (yeah)
Ain't no way we changing this, no
Chillin' with my crew, ooo
We don't do the new-new
Flexing like I'm too cool
Got connects like bluetooth
I just built a new stu'
Hop up in the booth, true
She said, I can't lose you
Forget the fake like who are you? (Sorry, woah, yeah)
Dawg I cannot lie,
It's just one of those nights
Where you come catch a vibe
Always keeping it tight
Careful who I let in
Won't you give it a try?
Don't where to begin
Now they all see me on top
I cannot fall, I cannot flop
Now I'm just right with gang
Right with the mob, ride with the squad
Now we just living it big, doing our thing, living it large
Feel like I'm in outer space, how I'm surrounded by all of these stars
Feeling like Wralph, cause I wreck it
Diamonds they fighting like Tekken
Flow is elastic, you know that I stretch it
She like my glow, yeah she like my complexion
Straight to the top, oh yeah that's where I'm headed
Why they act broke, don't wanna give me my credit
Know I got bands, yeah I'm swiping the debit
Speaking in parables hope that you get it, yeah

I'm trying to rack it up, stack it up, homie just back it up 'fore you get splatted up
All of the stats, they just adding up, shawty not bad enough, so I just left her on read
Feeling so chosen, I'm feeling like Moses, I'm splitting the sea and you know it was red
Getting so fly, yeah I come from they sky, they think that I'm hopping right outta the jet
Just got a big bag, so I might cash out
Flow on lock, UFC, make it tap out
Call that boy a keyboard, what's all the cap 'bout?
Walk by a hater, yeah I make him pull his hat down
Yeah she wanna see me, cause she know I got them racks now
They can't hold the weight, like they just threw back out
Walk up in the club with the strap, ain't no pat down
You said you wouldn't leave me, but tell me where you at now?
Real hustler, it's in my jeans
One of one I know you ain't got these
Got balance, yeah I walk the trapeze
Shout out Munroe, give me them keys
Too much sauce, it's oozing now
Crazy what they do for clout
I'm balling, yeah I'm hooping now, might just pull the Ksubi's out
I been working all day, no breaks
I'ma just do what it takes
More success, that's more hate
More success, that's more cake
Up it, No I'm not taking the bait
Truck it, I'm just trying to win the race
Hustlin', I'm trying to get more cake
Lucky, but I know it was just faith

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