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Yeah This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know? For my niggas, though Uh, you underestimated greatly Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me? The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya? Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it Damn, this shit could go on a tape Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake Straight, Y pree? Why is it always me? Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas For real, some nobody started feelin' himself A couple somebodies started killin' themself A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation Bad press during the summer over allegations I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up? Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in I got her drinkin' with your boy I got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah