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New crib in another state to duck off (Duck off)
You get on my nerves, bitch, fuck off (Fuck off)
Runaway train, I done took off
I move with a purpose, give 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dog
I'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punch
Free all of the rappers (Uh), hope they get a mistrial (Yeah)
No more spendin' more than I'm savin', lettin' this shit pile (Pile up)
Livin' kiddy, that shit was corny, I had to switch styles (Styles up)
Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8, man, this shit wild (Wild)
I took the lil' bros and I mold 'em, they know to hold it down (Hold this shit down)
I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lot of pounds
I left their credentials who can't pay niggas to go around (Round up)
We in Miami, PJ to the BP
I can't lie, this shit okay for me (Sweet)
Locked in the studio all night, but she gon' wait for me (Stay up)
She told me she treat you like a lame, but she don't play with me (No way)
She say I'm her favorite nigga (Uh)
These niggas backwards
They get a lil' money, spend it all, and then they ask for some (How?)
I grew up with million dollar hitters, still ain't ask for nothin' (Never)
Fuck it up, I probably get it for the summer
Run my money up in like a month or somethin'
I'm with the hustlers (Real ones)
Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' niggas
No discussion from me (No)
I got niggas still stuck in the trenches, shit be fuckin' with me
I was checkin' emails on the plane and she start suckin' on me
It ain't no buster in me, no
It ain't no tussle in me, bro
Pop up my leg, give her that dope
I done seen suckers turn to soldiers
I seen gangsters turn hoes
Ain't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes
But I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I won't ever change roles

I been schoolin' niggas
Bad bitch, bad class, and all about her digits (Brr)
Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (Mid)
Couple songs went diamond, I'm just gettin' started, shit big
Always run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit still
Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels
Two hundred fifty mill', don't mention it 'less it's a big deal
I got a lil' percent (Yeah), I could be sellin' bricks
You know the counter flick like diamonds, we call it fish
Raw smell like nail polish, who tryna give a fix?
Country boy keep callin', I'm tryna find the mix
Drop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six grams
Farm house in Selena, we tall like thirty mill' and Wham (Talk)
Taught myself to a dollar, I really got the gift of gab
This time, I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bag
Everybody can talk it, but they ain't standin' how I stand up

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I'm turnin' up more, please (Yeah)