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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCrocodile Tearz
YeahTurn it all upPowered upI'm powered upI'm powered upI'm powered upIt's powered upYeah, said I was finished but I'm on another two summersHall of famer, hungrier than all the newcomersNiggas swear they compare, but the truth humbleThey get fucked one twelve, you couldn't do numbersHey, tell the label I got A's all throughout mathThat mean I'm keen on the numbers and I count fastYou know it's money that you owe me, niggas phonyAnd I'm Joaquin Phoenix, walk the line, I'm about cashBenjamin Button gettin' younger as the hours passShould do the Freshman cover twice, I'm never outclassedIt's not a rap nigga breathin' that could outlastThe Fall Off is like Hov droppin' Reasonable Doubt lastWe from the South where we learn all about stashin'Where niggas prone to shoot first and run they mouth lastAnd if you run your mouth, bitch, you goin' out sadWhole clique gettin' slid on, you a mouse padI'm the one that niggas fear on the lowskiHeard 'em talkin' like we peers but they grosslyMistaken and it's blatantCrocodile tears, niggas knowI'm on a tier that they don't seeMy dogs only shed tears in emojisWe in another hemisphere splittin' proceedsHow dare a nigga rub his hands on this trophy?I vividly remember who was thereNiggas hit my line when they want somethin'That's a dub, it ain't love if it cost somethin'Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'March 16 in the fuckin' teen summitThe boys kiss ring when they see the king come inThey know I run things like the police comin'Yes, sir, it's me, not two, not threeThe uno, G-O-A-T, I need my fee, fuck kudosat least, these flights ain't cheap as you knowThey sound faded, they downgraded, they PlutoI'm bigger than Mars, this nigga a star, I'm BrunoI'm the one they call when they want a song to a funeralCan't fuck with broads, what y'all niggas on? Hoes CommunalI'm sendin' flawed niggas to the Lord, hmAnd you know itTwo six, truth spit, I'm a poetI move slick on 'em so they got no clue where I be, uhDo it look like I fool with IG, bitch?She got too many followersWord 'round the Ville, she a real deal swallowerNiggas bite their hands, so my heart turn hollowerTalkin' bout "Holla, " nah, nigga, I ain't callin' yaNiggas hit my line when they want somethin'That's a dub, that ain't love if it cost somethin'Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'Chopped off the top, nigga, I achieved somethin'Drop down, bitch, let me see somethin'Niggas hit my phone up when they need somethin'I can't recall a time when you gave me somethin'
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