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people die for respect
How much are you willing to give
Price is too much for this shit
You can keep your respect give a fuck what you did
Live by your

Working for historic
Young Bengali poet
I don't like to talk about it
I know how to show it
Still don't give no fuck what you think about me
I'm only

leave right by the morning
Don't you short me lil nigga I need all my money
She got walls like Berlin
Imma knock 'em down call me Trump
You be talking

slime like a serpent
Come up the court, can't hold me, Kyrie Irving
You way too good for me, I'm undeserving
Don't keep me round' don't wanna be a burden

about
How I spazzed on the previous one
So now when my track's coming on on the speaker
You know that they sing it in unison
And yeah it's Cashmanny

Yuh, 2024 this Key Marr on this moth Fuka yuh
You left me for somebody else
Now hold on yuh, yuh hmm
How the fuck he gone shoot my home?
All niggas

Still the same nigga
I ain't never ever thought about changing nigga
Whatchu said
Used to be at oakdale park
We was getting in fights nigga
What they

on my soul nigga
Just hustle don't talk about it it's gon show nigga
I'll be the living example
They gave up on me now I'm ballin like I'm Julius Randle

You know it's crazy right
Niggaz don't even care about who won no more
They just wanna know how many points they score

My mom used to tell me follow

You know it’s crazy right
Niggaz don’t even care about who won no more
They just wanna know how many points they score

My mom used to tell me follow

real- to let me continue


Chorus: 2X

Yea!

You know how the story goes

We start it off movin' slow

Then next thing you know, we're international

ATL

city record spinning
I might snatch me a ticket to Berlin
1 of 1 like Kyrie Irving
In the cut observing, curving snake
Aint personal I'm just preserving

know me just 'cause my exterior
I am the weirdo and I am superior
Funny how niggas be ringing alarm
When you wanna rise and I'm like, "One at a time"

shooting my shot like I'm Irving

Shoot my shoot

If we just friends tell me why you keep playing
You don't want me no more tell me why you keep staying

swervin', sent 200 shots like Kyrie Irving
I'm out the dirty, keep that boy away, he make me nervous
Buy that bitch some business 'fore I ever buy a Birkin

please come outside
Cuz its n****s in the street that swear they run outside
Everybody with me
Swear for every one I'll ride
Shorty on the gram twerkin'

I already know sometimes I be living wrong[00:08.28]But it's about how can you make it up[00:13.37]Yeah[00:15.12]Already know I'm

remember what they told me just don’t talk about your feelings
They just take you to advantage they be telling everybody
Your most personal business cause

cross her up like I'm Kyrie Irving
And then she told me she was hungry but it's only D that I'm serving
And then she fouled out but I still hit 3 point

gone put up a fight
Bet I take yo bitch by the end of the night
Take her to the crib this shit really light
Niggas doubt me yeah that's what I like
I

a boss I forgot
How it felt to be feelin ill. Carpentersville.
I Should've killed. My ex before I got the bill
If you see me on tv takin 2 CC's for TB

Brr)
In the end, it's just some gobble gobble (brr, baow!)
Fly out Paris, fly out Berlin, bitch my life's cos fonny
Bitch this GS monny, not no fuckin'

Irving, raised with two brothers by a single mother
Looking out for one another
Working just be discovered
Not a fighter I’m a lover man, but I gotta get it

Written by Booker T. Jones, William Bell
Published by Universal Music Pub Group OBO Irving Music 

Hey y'all uhm
Born Under a Bad Sign, I've been