Yeah, sound sound soundReal 6 side shitSickos, ah manYeah, when you get to where I'm atYou gotta remind 'em where the fuck you atEvery time they talkin' it's behind your backGotta learn to line 'em up and then attackThey gon' say your name on them airwavesThey gon' hit you up right after like it's only rapJewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure mapAnd ain't told no one where the fuck it's atShout out to the g's from the endsWe don't love no girls from the endsI'm gon hit 'em with the wham once againI'mma always end up as a man in the end, dogIt's just apparent every yearOnly see the truth when I'm staring in the mirrorLookin' at myself like, there it is thereYeah, like there it is there man, whooI ain't tryna chance itI be with the bands like a nigga went to jackson stateOr gramblingYoung nick cannon with the snare drum, dancin'Watch the way I handle it, uhBring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle litShe know I'm the man with it, uhWith the bands like I must've went to clark, went to hamptonI ain't playin' with itI ain't felt the pressure in a little whileIt's gonna take some getting used toFloatin' all through the city with the windows downPuttin' on like I used toThey never told me when you get the crownIt's gon' take some getting used toNew friends all in their old feelings nowThey don't love you like they used to manWay more gully gully than buddy buddyNever needed your acceptance, never needed nothin'You don't understand, I'm the only one to hear fromYou don't understand that it's me or nothin'Yea, I'm fuckin' glowin' upShaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters ofReal quick man, you couldn't have hated thatLet's be real nigga, you couldn't have made it thatWoah, dance our dance, watch me danceYou're fuckin' with the best man, I'm too advancedAfter this drop I got new demandsCan't meet the terms, keep it movin' thenMake sure the plane got a phone nowSo when we bout to land I can call to tell the wolves I'mhome nowI'll tell 'em link up at the valley at the hazyThink I had the shit that had the city going crazyWhen you get to where the fuck I'm atYou gotta remind 'em about where you beenAbout all of the money that done came and wentAbout the two cents I ain't never spentWhen they say you're too famous to pack a gatI gotta remind 'em about where I'm fromNot about where I'm going, about where I've goneStepping on a swisher roach like a stepping stoneGoin' at a nigga throat like a herringboneBoy do I smell beef? Mm pheromonesGot a fuckin' halo over my devil hornsTrap pumpin' all night like chevronSuck a nigga dick for a iphone 6Fuck my nigga terry for a new blackberryYou can get buried for a ounce of katy perryI was only five but still remember the drought in '87Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times toplay games with 'emI ain't got no timeTell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentenceI'm fuckin' her mindI got, mind control over deeboParmesan my paninoPromethazine over pinotAnd when my bloods start shootin' that's b-roll bitch
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Yeah, sound sound sound
Real 6 side shit
Sickos, ah man
Yeah, when you get to where I'm at
You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at
Every time they talkin' it's behind your back
Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack
They gon' say your name on them airwaves
They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap
Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map
And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at
Shout out to the g's from the ends
We don't love no girls from the ends
I'm gon hit 'em with the wham once again
I'mma always end up as a man in the end, dog
It's just apparent every year
Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror
Lookin' at myself like, there it is there
Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo
I ain't tryna chance it
I be with the bands like a nigga went to jackson state
Or grambling
Young nick cannon with the snare drum, dancin'
Watch the way I handle it, uh
Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit
She know I'm the man with it, uh
With the bands like I must've went to clark, went to hampton
I ain't playin' with it
I ain't felt the pressure in a little while
It's gonna take some getting used to
Floatin' all through the city with the windows down
Puttin' on like I used to
They never told me when you get the crown
It's gon' take some getting used to
New friends all in their old feelings now
They don't love you like they used to man
Way more gully gully than buddy buddy
Never needed your acceptance, never needed nothin'
You don't understand, I'm the only one to hear from
You don't understand that it's me or nothin'
Yea, I'm fuckin' glowin' up
Shaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters of
Real quick man, you couldn't have hated that
Let's be real nigga, you couldn't have made it that
Woah, dance our dance, watch me dance
You're fuckin' with the best man, I'm too advanced
After this drop I got new demands
Can't meet the terms, keep it movin' then
Make sure the plane got a phone now
So when we bout to land I can call to tell the wolves I'm
home now
I'll tell 'em link up at the valley at the hazy
Think I had the shit that had the city going crazy
When you get to where the fuck I'm at
You gotta remind 'em about where you been
About all of the money that done came and went
About the two cents I ain't never spent
When they say you're too famous to pack a gat
I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from
Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone
Stepping on a swisher roach like a stepping stone
Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone
Boy do I smell beef? Mm pheromones
Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns
Trap pumpin' all night like chevron
Suck a nigga dick for a iphone 6
Fuck my nigga terry for a new blackberry
You can get buried for a ounce of katy perry
I was only five but still remember the drought in '87
Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to
play games with 'em
I ain't got no time
Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence
I'm fuckin' her mind
I got, mind control over deebo
Parmesan my panino
Promethazine over pinot
And when my bloods start shootin' that's b-roll bitch
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