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to my face 
Ain’t brought nothing to the table but a plate 
Y’all still hate it’s okay I don’t participate
I’m on my way to a place soo far from you lames

niggas broke as fuck who wasn't helpin' me
All my niggas sittin' at this table, found a place to eat
It's the battle of the jungle, we gon' play for keeps

the one to teach you every lesson?
What happened to the cable
I just want you to be stable
Can't afford the blue label
But keep ordering it for the table

raise me with her lasso 
And Now JT trust it Ball Out’s the label 
I remember Smitty weighing work on the table 
Told myself you ain’t gone make it
I be

sapere , Nachare , Hr din ko hai ,Hr bein pe hai, Jung chlri jese,bharat aur cheen ki hai ,kitta saaf kru ,Abe table poori ,clean to hai

clean to hai haa

to elevate
The team will celebrate
Okay
I got all this energy
Thats festering
guarantee 
My enemies
Will one day by my centerpiece
On my kitchen table
Next

bae my ride or die
I asked what you bring to the table
She said her spice
I ant Thomas Keller please get out (The door)
Wish you were them dollar bills

battle me, if you want me I will be chilling at the major league
Wishing that I fall buh you know I mastered gravity
If talking money I can teach you

all th shit as you please 
I'm Supercalifagalistic haters saying some shit 
Sitting round a table so there passing there asumtions
Who thay really are

scene 

Wasn't good at ball, never had hoop dreams
When I hit the league Imma win a few rings
They shootin in my city like a ccU team
Brodie paranoid he

lose but we winning (but we winning) 
Wasn't with me grinding when I'm broke 
Tell em don't call me when I'm trending (yeah) 

I'm in the league baby

I'm prepared to Kill
Tell roc nation prepare a deal
At table wit hov let's share a Meal
Tell thief at nite how dare u Steal
Call me Jesus Wright cant

the earthquake with the wave I create when Im saying what I say
It's the league bitch
Backing me the team be packing heats the fiends be on the streets got

a kid from Chicago 
Out the concrete 
 Flower rose 
 Number 1 
Thanks a bunch (yes sir) 
Showed us that no matter what (Youngest MVP in the league

the weight that U-Haul
Say you can't stand me, so you fall
It's thanks to ya'll (Thanks)
Cause now I'm in a different league
Was last, now first in a different

when you playing my game, it's not wonder that you shooting bricks
Keep it pushing, please, you are not in my league (nah)
I'm independently doing

thoughts are becoming realities
I put the plans on the tables and now they're questioning 
They see amount of work and telling me this ain't my destiny

cause I'm the youngest
I don't bring heat up to the table
I made the table I run it
Now go and tell Artist up in the game
How we coming nigga
Rasha
We

Yeah, uh

Put my heart on the table
Told them niggas I'm next
All the hurt wasn't fatal
I can tell I was blessed
Stopped my daddy from working
Saved

think 
I Wash my my money in the sink 
Got Heavy metal in my Jeans 
Yeah I know my fucking value 
Yeah Energy I bring to table 
Am a animal 
A nigga they

the law of attraction

Once you get this money independent
Make it hard to sign to labels
Man that check gone have to be too big
To sit down at this table

We are in the same struggle and until we realize that
We'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system
That has kept us subservient instead

She said, "I don't like waiting tables, but some days the tips are good
I bite my tongue with rude people, don't have to but I should
I worked

nigga
In the league of my own

Like a upward bound, nigga
Finally got my balance now
Tippy-toeing down the sideline, nigga
Hit em' with a knot right now,