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I got a custom rug sittin' pretty I ain't pay a penny for it Not gon' stop flexin' my muscles on this beat boy I'm comin' Jordan C-C-Cut my own brakes so when I see a red I gotta floor it You ain't you ain't talkin money save yo' words I know it's not important D-D-Delilah on my waist we all in Brooklyn tryna cop an eighth Lappin' all my competition they could never keep the pace Purple pack of honey berry backwoods I'm smokin' mace Got three in my hand but up my sleeve I got a another Ace My momma told me watch for cops I learned it at a early age I need a full head of 'locs man I should've never got that fade I'm on I-395 swervin' through traffic I look like a mage I'm the shit I'm number two give that top spot to Abe Non profit pockets I think all you do is volunteer W-W-When I walk in the function all the ladies stop and cheer O-On my own path cut the brush and got it clear Abe been droppin tabs you a bum you just been droppin beer Whip take me from A to Z boy you stuck on E Ima-Ima run a play the best you do is try and chuck a three Like that's a brick boy you not Steph Ima Shammgod spin and score it off a hop step C-C-C-Complicated chains I got a spider web around my neck Full forty eight I'm on the flo' and I'm comin' press Why you twenty talkin' 'bout yo HUDL tape and you was on the bench Kool-Aid man stones I got red rubies on my chest Get the f*ck out my DM you a bum I won't respond to you H-H-Hunnid overall I'm like Shaq back in 2k2 I been ballin' with my plug pick and roll and then he lob the oop Postal service pro he double sealed it and got it through F-F-F-Flash on the camera I ain't talkin' bout illumination Chosen one put me on the cover Sports Illustrated I only stayed in Northeast because the home is vacant Ain't tryna be a doctor I was never really good with patience Ain't tryna work a cubicle I more prefer the open spaces A-A-Ace high straight flush hand bitch I'm holdin' faces We in the country GPS won't load we just goin' places First puff you know the gas exotic take a hit and taste it It feel like I'm smokin' you when I ask Chris to bum a square Peter Pan got one hand behind my back to make it fair I'm in Kingman Park walkin' 'round like I ain't got a care This ain't talent sat and put the work life is never fair B-B-B-Baggy jeans big tee you would think I'm crankin' that W-W-Walk up in the sto' see sum I like and I'm takin' that Always on the go I won't even take a break at half If Gandalf try to stop me Ima beat his ass and take his staff