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(Six) Yeah Yeah Yeah Leave me out the comments, leave me out the nonsense Speakin' out of context, people need some content Niggas tryna keep up, shit is not a contest Whippin' Benz concept Heaven-sent, God-sent Least that's what my mom says Proof is in the progress, money's not a object Busy than a motherfucker, you know how my job get Barkin' up the wrong tree, you know how the dogs get Haven't fallen off yet, yee Come with a classic, they come around years later and say it's a sleeper The earrings are real, the petty is real Might charge my ex for a feature Deposit the money to Brenda, Laticia, or Linda, Felicia She came for me twice, I didn't even nut for her once, you know I'm a pleaser Forty-two millimeter, was made in Geneva Yeah, I probably should go to Yeshiva, we went to Ibiza Yeah, I probably should go link with Yeezy, I need me some Jesus But soon as I started confessin' my sins, he wouldn't believe us Sins, I got sins on my mind And some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind I'm in love, I'm in love with two girls at one time And they tens, that's why I got ten on my mind I got some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life, Amen I'm from the four but I love me a threesome DM her, delete her, she's my lil' secret He tryna diss me to blow up, I peep it I can't respond, we just go at your people If I left some racks on the bed, you can keep it This shit gettin' deeper and deeper, I dig it My shovel wasn't bent, I was broke, had to fix it A shark in the water, you swim with the lil' fish I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it I grabbed her neck, she look up then I kiss it I'm not a GOAT but I fit the description I like to pour so I get the prescription We walk around with them bands in our britches This gun ain't gon' jam, when I blow, I ain't missin' I'm droppin' hit after hit, I'm just chillin' But I'll send a hit while I chill with my children Bigger the business, the bigger the office I fucked 'round and found me a swag then I caught up They call for my artists, they makin' me offers I don't even bargain, I start from the bottom I lost a Ferrari, Las Vegas, Nevada I woke up the followin' day and went harder I'm crackin' my shell now, they see that I'm smarter I gotta get money, I love to get chartered I gave her four Birkins and one's for her daughter I can't let 'em down, walk around with my guard up I'm screamin' out "YOLO," yeah, that's still the motto I know I be on some shit that they ain't thought of Sins, I got sins on my mind And some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind I'm in love, I'm in love with two girls at one time And they tens, that's why I got ten on my mind I got some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life, Amen