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Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I got my foot on the gas
Hate it when they make me spaz
I got a flick from Chaz
I might get charged for this one
Girl, I been showing my ass
I want five million in cash
I want two hundred the dash
Aye
I got my foot on the gas
They know I'm whippin' it fast
They know I'm never gone crash
Most of them n***** I've seen
Most of them n***** I've lapped
Most of them n***** I passed
Most of them n***** is trash
That's what be making me mad
Most of them pull up on me
And they feeling the difference and try to disguise it with laughs
Shit ain't the same
I know I said we would hang
I don' been busy with things
Wish it would change
There go the price of the game
That's where I feel all my pain
This where they lacking in focus
And this where I make up the gains
Then I got hit with the shoulder
Then it got colder
That's when they called me insane
That's when I made me a change
That's when they doubted me baby and knocked the wind out of me baby
Then they had issued apology baby, don't want no apology baby
I don't give a f*ck if them n***** is proud of me baby
I'ma be proud of me baby
I'ma make sure that they speak on me properly baby
I'm from the 717, you know I'm the prodigy baby
I hate for me and my brothers to fall off of something that's dumb
We older now, you can't fall back on excuses and say that you young
If she walking, and talking, and breathing
My n****, I'm sorry but she ain't the one
I don't know who I became, I don't who I become
I couldn't tell you what changed
All I know; I ain't ashamed
If I'm getting to it, it's done
N***** out here spittin' them, mmm I guess them shits alright flows
Why the f*ck would I back space anywhere I know ain't no typos?
I could be nation-wide my drive too crazy, I need some Geico
And shit just ain't the same
I just gotta maintain
I just gotta maintain
I just gotta maintain
N***** will tell you it's love
We know that shit isn't love
We know that shit is a dub
N***** will tell you they doing enough
But you know they ain't doing enough
They gone try hitting you up every once and awhile
Just to say that they hittin you up
If I had a dollar for every time that shit done happened
I would have a mill in the tuck
If I said I didn't give a f*ck, then I'd be lying
I think about this all the time
Like damn, how I be keepin' it straight with some n*****
and they just be gettin' out of line
Prime, I'm in my motherfuckin' prime
Don, bitch I'm the motherfuckin' don
I'm tryna resemble the n***** that turn up their city and give it some shine
(Hold up, bring it back)
Only focus, is being a man on it
Anything I ever said, we can back it up, let's really put some bands on it
I treat my word like my cousin's alpaca that's sittin' on the floor, I'ma stand on it
And that's something they never seem to understand, you gotta stand on it
So, when the f*ck did I turn into a n**** n***** say they couldn't recognize
First lies didn't work, now they gotta double back and tell second lies
Second lies turn to third lies
I see the shit with a birds eye
And after tryna make shit work, and shit gettin' on my nerves I say still
Still, I give out to my mother
She get whatever she wants need
Still I give out to my brothers
Even when they full of jealousy, even when they full of greed
Even if we don't agree
I'm still making sure we speak
I'm still making sure that we eat
I don't know how I was finding the time
I was working like fifty to sixty a week
When I was in the whip, I ain't listen to music my n****
I was tryna go find me a beat
They don't know how the shit be
They only know what they see
That's 'cause I keep it to me
That's I bill that shit right to the game and don't keep the receipt
'Cause I'm already knowing the fee
And I ain't got nothing to prove if we keepin' it g
And they tried to tell me I'm losing the shit
Who the f*ck is you n***** confusing me with
Every night, I be turnt up and doing this shit
Every other day another rapper hit me up and tell me I'm influencing shit
Taking n***** that don't even rap, puttin' 'em on the track
And making music and shit
Speaking of losing the shit
I be performing them songs and bitches be turnt up
They be going retarded every night, they be losing they shit
I don't
Never mind

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