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(Cook that shit up, Quay)This ain't the vibe that I needStop the beat, freeI be spendin' racks in these jeansI'm too real, fuck is y'all mean?I ain't have to sell you no dreamI said what it was, you didn't believe meYou be the cake and I be the creamNow I look up and then she was leavingI'm on the way, cannot be lateSpeedin' through traffic like I'm in a raceI wanted it now, she want me to waitI'm one of a kind, so you gotta taste itGranddad died, knew I would make itI'm a real one, you can't fake thatMost of my niggas still be takin'I got rich, this shit still don't faze meYou only get one call, I can't chase 'emMight take one shot, a lil' chaserStayin' up now for us to fuck laterMama used to tell me times would get greaterCartier diamonds blockin' these hatersDior drip, shit gettin' taperedI just spent a Bentley truck with lil' TatumFavor for favor, nigga, I don't pay themGet off my dick, nigga, we don't play them, yeahLook like it, we don't stay hereMakin' half a million dollar plays, juggsStill chunkin' up neighborhoodsGrass cut, sure the neighbors goodMy partner's mama know I'm really hustlin'If the spot hot, we invade housesWe got kicked out, go in they house, yeahIt was hot and it was dark and I had thought of ending it allThen the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen GodAin't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hardI done finally got an award, yeahTired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')Never off, be consistent (Huh)Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)Handle the business, don't mentionI ain't even have a pot to piss inNow I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' lividTired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')Never off, be consistent (Huh)Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)Handle the business, don't mentionI ain't even have a pot to piss inNow I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' lividMy cars come with stars and kitsNone of my kids gon' starve for shitYou weren't even here when I started thisAll the drugs I sold, all the shit I tookI done seen so much, I can write a bookAin't stuntin' that ho, I can buy that lookClothes off, how your body look?I been 'bout business, I'm still a crookI get in my mode, they all be shookSaid that's your bro, y'all all get pushedYou was in the house on punishmentI was in the hood sellin' strong ass kushYour cuz came through with that Reggie BushGive me style and credit for all his looksSold-out shows in the DMVNow Shaquille O'Neal can't lil' boy meHad some dirt off in my diamonds, had to brush it offI was 'posed to be somewhere workin', I'm somewhere fuckin' offI get checks in by the contract like I'm playin' ballI been hanging 'round some millionaires, it's safe to say it's rubbin' offTired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')Never off, be consistent (Huh)Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)Handle the business, don't mentionI ain't even have a pot to piss inNow I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' lividTired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')Never off, be consistent (Huh)Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)Handle the business, don't mentionI ain't even have a pot to piss inNow I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid
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