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Well it started off with a dream bruh Paper chasing on streams bruh Now we dripping dripping no lean bruh Yeah Now we back from the low Now we back so you know Now we and we cold No strings attached with that bull ish No strings attached like I'm flute bitch And I'm new bitch Like who's this K A I on the block with that new ish I just came like I just came Fresh out the cake like I'm new bitch So yeah ah Listen listen to the kids ah Listen listen to the whole clique Listen listen to the kids yeah Listen listen to the Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the whole clique now Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the whole clique now Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the whole clique now Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the whole clique now Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the kids Listen listen to the kids From the rags to riches We walked the distance without a pot to piss in Now we shitting on everyone in competition Did you lock the kitchen? Coz that's where I'm, chopping pigeons Niggas missing Drop bombs - missiles Drop-top switches We talking millions They talking minions We talking vision They cropping pictures Spoiled rotten kittens Niggas been talking about grind Yeah Niggas been talking about pride Yeah Niggas been talking about guap They ain't popping Oh well Me and my nigga we all in Counting figures only You should check our side Ay You should check our side Niggas been talking about grind Yeah Niggas been talking about pride Yeah Niggas been talking about guap They ain't popping Oh well Me and my nigga we all in Counting figures only You should check our side Ay You should check our side Check our side from the East to the West My niggas popping skills Popping grills Riding round East coast, ah yeah Riding round beast mode, ah yeah Been on the sidelines, ah F*ck it it's my time, ah Man I'm taking all the kids bruh They fucken leaving all the pills bruh With toys in my bag like I'm batman You superman, but I'm bad man Ain't tryna tryna tryna brag man I'm just spitting spitting all the facts man Ah Listen listen to the kids ah Listen listen to the whole clique (yoh) Listen listen to the kids yeah (listen) Listen listen to the (we be) We be getting all the chips, dawg While you chasing all the chicks, dawg Why you hating? Man, momma raised me without pops to tame me I'm no pig, boy Pushing this music till it starts to pay me Seen as a loser until you park that Bentley Eating bacon and cheese Basted steak and ribs Never really meant To talk about that But niggas in rap Always talk about 'brag' Niggas talk behind my back Damn! Well, that's in the past Cash is in the bag Girls in a trance Bands make 'em dance Fat ass in pants Just spaz in a track Listen listen to the kids To the whole clique Listen listen to the kids To the kid Listen listen to the kids To the whole clique now Listen listen to the kids (listen) Listen listen to the kids