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Never been a woulda coulda shoulda man My sh*t is Fabolous de-de-de-de-de-de-damn There's a lot of b*tch n*ggas actin fly now You on the ground n*gga I just brought the sky down Need sum diamonds in your watch you could borrow mine That's a reminder y'all n*ggas "on borrowed time" And I'm feelin big everybody smaller den me So they lookin up to me even if they taller den me You ain't never live a word of what your mouth speakin Your whole sh*t made up n*gga house keepin My money stack not a funny cat worry me I hand out ass whooping's with money back guarantees Apparently you get hype and play roles You talk like a pimp, but you wife and pay hoes I'm bout 8 months from that white and grey rose Russel sweatsuit with the Breitling face froze In them Reebok classics white and grey soles Holding my nuts doing my best Michael J pose Hope you like to take notes cuz you sloppy, imperfect So the best you could ever do is copy my worst sh*t Your hearse flip from what I'm loadin in the gauge So you ain't gotta wait to roll over in your grave Cavalli shades, fresh fade, Gucci link on Front row at the fight light, lukki with the mink on And my girl go harder than 6 Compton b*tches Red bottoms on look like she been stompin b*tches Yea we gettin them amounts you will never see I got a brick a swag for every ounce of your jealousy From what they tellin me, I seem to be the man A boutique boy that cop sneakers in japan Lampin on the island just to see a decent tan So have my money in total "kima kesha pam" All this ice on my wrist that's a risk factor You wouldn't need this much ice for a wrist fracture N roll wit a click full a chick snatchers So we didn't really want your b*tch it was just practice I flick ashes of a yacht deck All I do is cum to a chin like a mach neck Stop dat I'm from a hood where they never smile N*ggas make that tre pop like Kevin Liles My city never blink they be thinkin cash And stay clappin on a n*gga like pinky ass That thing flash they snatch chains and curse Gettin that dirty money no last train to paris So to all you rap lames and other suckas I bet this Mack Maine leave you in the Gudda Gudda Motherf*cker, spend a day in these streets and see N*ggas a do the unthinkable for Alicia Keys Uhhh and as soon as them fed swing through They Draked on you damn I ain't know you sing too King who? Run what? We can all assume You got knocked cuz all your goons use auto-tune Meanwhile I Lebron ball, john wall Give me the mic I give em the light Sean Paul Haters stay tuned I got a lot of sh*t in store Best to ever do next stop bidding war |