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That's ho shit\nNigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch\nI can't lie, can't lie\nI got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side\nI believe I can fly, I'm the shit now\nWanna be like Mike when I die\nStep right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us\nI'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers\nAll in your face, I'm bustin' nuts\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nYesterday I was the freshest nigga in America\nI swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh\nIn America\nDon't get it fucked up\nNiggas talkin' bout oh shit\nI pull up they like oh shit\nNow look whose talkin', bitch\nNow look whose talkin', bitch, yeah\nDon't get it fucked up\nI do this shit for my, I do this shit for my\nDo this shit for my loved ones\nDon't get it fucked up\nI do this shit for my, I do this shit for my\nI don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga\nDid ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?\nHo, please! 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That's ho shit\n  Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch\n  I can't lie, can't lie\n  I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side\n  I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now\n  Wanna be like Mike when I die\n  Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us\n  I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers\n  All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America\n  I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh\n  In America\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Niggas talkin' bout oh shit\n  I pull up they like oh shit\n  Now look whose talkin', bitch\n  Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my\n  Do this shit for my loved ones\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my\n  I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga\n  Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?\n  Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees\n  Who you think taught you to throw P's?\n  Who you think taught you to rap keys?\n  Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLP's\n  Like Snoop D-O-double G\n  Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police\n  Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes\n  Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas\n  We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid\n  We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors\n  Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores\n  On the canopy my stamina be\n  Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee\n  My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry\n  That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift\n  Niggas talk yet it remains a myth\n  I never seen it, they only dream it\n  They rap about it, do interviews\n  With they toy cars and they little jewels\n"}]