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from the PJ's to a PJ
Young nigga came up off
A motherfuckin' candle
I ain't need no nigga, by myself
I had my handle
Any situation, pop you like Fanta

hanging
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah 
E no dey leave me hanging
Rah rah rah rah, rah rah hey, hey

God no dey shame us
We only know the way up
Day by day

Success what we live by
So we had to team up,yo
ghetto
to ghetto
but we clean up yo
We up,
keep em coming back like a re-up
Now I'm getting famous,
they

Of the of the auditorium
Exit's are located on your right and left

Paid my dues spread to tell the truth
When I'm in the booth if water rise
We'll go two by two straight

sins, yeah
Willy Shakes with the pen
I might have to set a trend (Yeah)
I'ma pop by the end
Got too many famous friends
(Yeah, way too many)
Spirit moves

inside the Matrix
Out in Hollywood gettin' chased
By some agents
Sayin' they can verify your page
And make you internet famous
All that brainwashing is bad

me just be calm, don't let it blow my hay
I done really let that shit just blow my high
Ask me how I'm feeling lately, told 'em I'm just getting by
I

and she like damn you getting famous on me
Lately, I been losing sleep I pop a pill to rest
I keep numbing my emotions I can't feel the stress
They keep

then you don't know me

Yesterday, I put my hands on my head
As I looked to the sky
Yesterday, I never realised how
Much time flew by, yesterday
Ten

man are so well connected
They ain't never felt hell rejected
That's status, that's papers that's famous
Here come the back stabbing traitors
More time

two, three
Just like one, two, three
Just like one, two, three
It's easy like one, two, three
It's easy like one, two, three serious

If I get famous

can't happen to me
Look around for the truth, it's an out lie
And that fuck up my peace
I got friends who famous, I
Got friends who ain't, shit
I got

Players
Money zum Boy ich bin definetly famous
Walking by Gucci und copp' mir 'nen Sweater
Ich bin on top und verdoppel den Swagger
Poppe die Tags, die

just being famous
Now I'm living in this dream
But the passion's gone
It's like living in a mansion
When the lights ain't on
I used to think I'd have it

With connection
Mob protection
Steady making
Greens
I don't take
Vacations
Rich young
And famous
I got bad
Intentions
Self made what
You looking at
Don't

about the process
I don't deal with nonsense
I don't deal with nonsense
Taking on a brainless bet
This is heart
Doc asked why I wasn't famous yet
It's

spiked out, I can trip a referee, 
 Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from… 
  
 In New York, 
 Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, 
 Theres

than you by four overalls
You think that you're strong
All you talk about is strength
I'd tell you you're inferior
But I guess that's common sense
My

This divine now, this is my sound
Guaranteed to leave you all tied
Restrained by the Butcher Brothers
Your final moments you 'bout to find out
Make

they seem
Faker than a hoe's butt
And I ain't front like I was from the ghetto
Dawg but I keep my G pass by my metro card
New York taught if me if you're

Living by my limit's baby not on these laws
I don't need much but damn I want it all
Got some issues that can never get resolved
They show me this

Ayo, first off my name is (Hi)
Fuck that, check the playlist
Bitch, I'm tryna blow up like the Al Qaedas
(Bah) but why y'all wanna be famous?
So I

from nothin' to this
And I'm not gon' stop this

Geah, on everything, I'm never changin'
(Nah) been tryna stay humble
Not acceptin' that I'm famous

(green)
Copp' mir einen brandneuen Off White Sweater
(Off White)

Mach einen Drive-By im Tesla
(peow) am ballen als wär
Ich Clyde Drexler (ball)
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