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Made a hundred thousand more than 10 times just from speakin' on my life

Hella ups and hella downs, in this crazy life of mine

Hear funny knocks at the front door, I tell Skeng, "Go get the nine"

Imagine runnin' through the backdoor and findin' out that we're live

When I took the AP skelly off my bucket list, prolly still won't have the time

I be tryin' less when I write songs nowadays, still can't match my rhymes

Made her cum and fall asleep, my dick game made her tired, heh

In the 16 I'm thе GOAT, and there's just no denyin'

Paigons dеm might beg to differ, but that's just them bein' biased

Lemmy taught me and Kiko how to whip, we call that traphouse science

And even when I'm doin' nuttin' wrong, still annoyed when I hear sirens

To decide, I slip her string of G, if her boyfriend knew, he'd cry

CLA, I've had rambos, twinnin', spinners doin' the same

Had a disagreement with my ooter, flingin' corn, he was doin' it bait

And they say "better late than never", never better, I'm always late

Used to reload Zs and set them straight, so of course I was gassed when the corner came

And what you bringin' to the table? *** done dropped me guns and grub, I can't complain

I'm more than grateful, 70 on my Cuban, their faces sour like some grapefruit

I ain't tryin' to say I made you but without me, you just wouldn't have been able

And that's big facts

I got all my shit intact

I got silver and golden plaques

Some of you lots favorite rappers rap about trap, never sold a pack

And some of these skets you niggas slip for, they not even that

*** offered me and Killy a threesome, still ain't got a whack

Fuck I look like preein' comments? More than half an M from Colin

If I tell the squeezers chill, they gonna chill, I'm bein' honest

I'm in Harrods with the guys, I don't think twice, I like, I cop it

Lora Piano from head to toe, if mummy knew the price, she'll vomit

Hoes know I'm a face fucker, fucked her throat, now she relyin' on some lockets

I've been stayin' tun up, I coulda been locked up eatin' porridge

Bought it soft, but now it's solid

Sounds good sayin' you got me

She can't comprehend on why I've got this rambo knife in Novikov

LSki can't help himself, he spotted a paigon vehicle, shot it up

And they done *** in his head, baptism, and he lost lots of blood

If it weren't for rap, all I'd know is quack, like I'm Donald Duck

Presidential anni', I might gold bust down my Donald Trump

If I ain't hit her more than once, then she was most likely an average fuck

If I press this sport button, I'm goin' missin', this ain't no average truck

And when the guys done it messy, I was stressin', that weren't no average gun

Had to boss up and go pattern, I got bored of bein' average (Of bein' average)