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Undeniable, Yeah Logic Bitches be pressed for paper Chillin with my homies slay joe while he ignites the paper Life is a bitch and you cannot escape her I know she talking suicide What the fuck you mean that I'm changing Cuz I finally got a little bit of money and a range in my driveway with the rattpack smoking on Zimbabwe Cranking Sinatra That my way bitches they love it Visionary nothing above it Get shorties wet when I rub it Carbon copies they dub it Ha ha ha You used to hate it Now you love it Smile in my face I think nothing of it Yeah I'll shake your hand Kill 'em with kindness Homie this is young Sinatra at his fucking finest Ha ha ha You used to hate it Now you love it Smile in my face I think nothing of it Yeah I'll shake your hand Kill 'em with kindness Homie this is young Sinatra at his fucking finest This for my independent women that's running shit in high heels Educated in business but majored in sex appeal My shorty she gotta Sporting Gucci Louis and Prada Looking beautiful in it all But I prefer nada Yeah, low maintenance and high scale Type of shorty that when you get locked up she pay the bill I used to follow my dreams Until I caught up to 'em People talkin' shit but pay attention to what we doin' It's never been done Watch me go platinum just for fun Far from materialistic But never stunt son You know what I been on You know where I be at The proof is within the numbers they slumber but now they react I got 3 tapes Zero tolerance one of the greats Put that shit together and what you get that's where I'm from The 301 Smoking joints with your girl for fun Staying strong and never run 'les po-po go for they gun like Ha ha ha You used to hate it Now you love it Smile in my face I think nothing of it Yeah I'll shake your hand Kill 'em with kindness Homie this is young Sinatra at his fucking finest Ha ha ha You used to hate it Now you love it Smile in my face I think nothing of it Yeah I'll shake your hand Kill 'em with kindness Homie this is young Sinatra at his fucking finest Yeah, we snatch it like interception Met the girl of my dreams Our love resembled inception Her sign was a Leo Me, her and music that's the perfect trio Spanish honey we met in Rio Future looking Cleo Bitches be bragging So much money my pants sagging VMG is up to date with these business men be lagging Eve with the apple Steve changed the world Getting money like Zuckerburg my bank account is sterile I am not defined by that in which I do possess Cuz all it takes is riches get bitches to undress I need drive in a lady Not a girl that drive me crazy Need a girl that don't care if I drive a Honda or Mercedes Spit fire like Haiti I infect it like rabies It's All That, shootout to them 90's babies Never hesitate to supply the heat Run 6 producers from his chest we call that a heart beat I'm a king, you fuckers my pawns Shortcut to the desktop I am your newest icon These bitches they love it I truly can't stress it enough Girl got them daddy problems thats why she be acting tough Innocent in person but in the bed she love it rough Running away from reality then smoke and puff so Let me get it the second I spit it you will think that everybody wanna come around They used to hate it But now they love the sound Ha ha ha You used to hate it Now you love it Smile in my face I think nothing of it Yeah I'll shake your hand Kill 'em with kindness Homie this is young Sinatra at his fucking finest Ha ha ha You used to hate it Now you love it Smile in my face I think nothing of it Yeah I'll shake your hand Kill 'em with kindness Homie this is young Sinatra at his fucking finest |