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I just like to level up Swaggin' so much, so I told him step it up In the Bentley, yeah, I rev it up In the Bentley, yeah, I rev it up I turn up my music I can't deal with extra stuff I'm out here road runnin, I cannot stay stuck I gotta check like a motherfuckin' pay stuffed Niggas don't like me, yeah, they started a hate club Get off the gram, you a fake thug Yeah, you don't got no clout, you got fake buzz My beat, day to day, I'm on straight dubs Bitch, I'm chillin' in a cut like a gay club Do you wanna know what I'm made of Bitch, do you know what a drac' does Bullets start flyin' like a fuckin' bug I heard that he died, so I gave a shrug Tape on the scene, it's a lot of blood I been servin' the fiends, it's a lot of drugs What do I need, man, a lot of hugs But it's gon' be okay, I ain't had enough Yeah, keep goin' hard, there's no lettin up When you do it, do it like it's nothin else Yeah, I had to learn from like every step Yeah, when I pop out, Mason on the belt (Mason on the belt) I'm tryna pop my stuff, I'm tryna ride my wave They getting tired of me, better put in your parlay I'm tryna manifest this lifestyle, it's like everyday I'm tryna get that bag with my twinnem, just ask Coi Leray I remember when we first recorded Paper Plays Yeah, I remember that like it was yesterday Man, we came a long way, now we at the top Man, I gotta thank God, cause he done a lot Yeah, we gotta go, yeah, we cannot stop I got so much guap, I'm pattin' my pockets, I just wanna rock I know why you wanna cheddar from me, baby, I know you a bop But if I'm really bein' honest, baby, I still want the slop-py top, oh nah Yeah, we livin' better days, we've been through a lot Huh, huh, a lot Yeah, we livin' better days, cause we've been through a lot