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Look I been fightin this evil side of me Probably the reason why you see me as a hot commodity I'll tell Logic its obvious to think logically Start chargin for more bars and create monopolies I'm not a seasonal novelty Cut it out Whatever time I ever had left is runnin out Bringin all these big guns with me I'm comin out Show Stephanie how rude I can get in a Fuller House Can't see me from the nose bleeds Seats on stage We up front with the filet cuts Miso glaze He knows games Duces up Peace though Shane Go break a leg with your Bills like Kiko A He's so crazy He's insane Peter Pan with the flight right He won't age Ray Bans See the bigger picture Peep those frames See how I'm cookin like Hibachi We throw flames F*ck it I start dunkin from the free throw range Little lames throwin shots up that he cant drain Better off seein Drake catchin Rico cases Gettin lost in this game You don't those mazes The door of opportunity The peephole changes What you see is what you get And that could be so dangerous yeah You know I'm guarded You don't see those angels Look I'm from a different dimension I relocate you here Try to stay humble Heart on my sleeve Problem is I always do That might be hard to believe Problem is there might be times where its skippin a beat I might be too close for comfort It's beginnin to bleed yeah I never wanted to be world renowned Until I gave myself to God They ain't hurtin me now I got a couple different bodybuilders workin me out Trainin hard for me and Kylie Tryin to turn that out Surf that out Yeah baby ride that wave Be at the Balmain Fashion Show Tryin to behave Tryin to relay some feelings I been dyin to say That's ok You'll hear me comin from a mile away Run You hear it comin man its almost time You know its comin when you hear me You don't pay no mind Ok fine Feel me when the pressure applies Just don't get caught up in this bullshit They feedin you lies Feedin you lines They just tryin to keep with the times They tryin to trap you Bite the apple They like Steven with Jobs All in the numbers They just want to even the odds It's all the game until they playin hide and seek with the mind But they think I'm famous cause I'm hotter than you They think I'm famous when I ride in the coupe But look here I just had the Caddy All black cause I admired the view And if I got it know I spend it I ain't dyin with loot What kind of plan did they hand me Is this the plan No it can't be Told me bout a Sonny Bronx Tale Now yas cant leave It's like a stampede comin full force ready to trample me They never felt me before So how the f*ck they gon handle me now
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