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Man like Fredo Pulling up on ya Be like Mike I'm the goat of Sequoia Shout out my guy prophet Isaiah Holy bars see the future Elijah Nothin but love JB and Diego Lemme get night bite Mano que pasa See a painting and it's como se llama Switch up the language, no sabe nada Tryna pull up on me I ain't no victim You think that of me Nah I'm pulling up with him Only on Mars we could find these bars tho Cuz they move fast like McQueen cars On this track, we don't need no Drake Cuz we hit everything on first take Makin this rap, I feel like I'm flying We shoot for the stars I ain't lying Back in the homeland Cuz we got the sauce Making this dough, yea I feel like a boss They call me the king Just like Rick Ross She ain't wit me no more that's her loss (Shout out Italy) (Tryna be us, you gon miss) Helping my homies so this will be gas Helping my homies we chill in first class You better listen we teaching this class You got to respect, don't give me no sass Take yo time and forget the past But don't forget We don't relent Know your OG's Tryna get up so that we can be free all in this beat Hold on, gimme some time Making this song won't cost me no dime Don't be sour you ain't no lime Hold up, this all rhymes Helping my homies so this will be gas Helping my homies we chill in first class You better listen we teaching this class You got to respect, don't give me no sass Take yo time and forget the past But don't forget We don't relent Know your OG's Tryna get up so that we can be free all in this beat