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I got these fat racks coming in Me and Take, we gon' spin in a Benz I got some demons, but still heaven sent I got some paper, that you ain't never seen Niggas' steady hating, but ain't got no fame Ha, they don't got no clout And I'm stuck to that paper route Listen to my songs, It's really gon' turn you to a boss Turn you to a boss Never took a loss Qeep Quiet We inside Shh Hop inside She gon' cum in style Got sauce, don't need to stylist I don't need no sylist I already got too much knowledge It's flowing through my body I be sippin' on that purple drink Walk round' with a purple liver And I'm gon' need two baby sitters I'm tryna' lay inside the middle Niggas' tryna knock me off the paper route I can't go for it I can't go for it Catch em' with my Dickies on They won't know what's going on See bodies stacked up on the floor Ima' spin again Touch my brothas' we gon' sin When we slide we stand on 10 I can't let em' live again I can't em' live I can't let em' breathe Got em' on they knees I got these fat racks coming in Me and Take, we gon' spin in a Benz I got some demons, but still heaven sent I got some paper, that you ain't never seen