[Verse]

Thank God my mama raised me right

History in the making since baby powder and baby wipes

Not a normal artist I'm more Kanye or the Jay Z type

They faking like they like you, turn around and call it playing nice

You take a slice; me personally I’m taking all of it

The ones who copy could never -not be-be better than who had thought of it

Eat those words and swallow it

Find me working hard because when it's all said and done I'm gone be, “damn he hit the lotto rich”

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[Verse]

I don’t know why y'all be rushing (For what?)

In God we trust, who y'all be trusting?

Are you goin last? That's a tough one

It takes muscle, it takes hustle

If we talking baggage that she manage, she got duffles

I'ma need my salad and my cabbage and the ruffles

Balling like Lebron you just might find me in the bubble

Need that on the double

Land me in some trouble (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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