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Remember the look on your face

Remember the belt on your waist

Remember that way that I said it

Remember im swervin the fakes

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed somе space

Told you that I needed some spacе

Told you that I needed some space

Yeah I was catching the wave

Yeah I was making the way

Yeah I was counting my cake

Yeah I was smoking by eighths

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that i needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you I needed it

You really didn't listen to me

Tryna tell you different things

Tryna tell you differently

Understand when I tell you yea

I got them Cuban links

I just play the ball game

Yeah I go hall of fame

Killin it every day

I'm just rapping for the fame

I need a bitch on repeat

I need a girl with that head

I need a girl who need it

Yea i need a girl who need it

Woah

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Woa

Yeah I smoke that pressure

Yeah I smoke that OG

Baby yeah I'm balling like Ginobili

I don't play no games

Yea I keep it lowkey

Let that bitch go

Let that bitch go

Please

What did I tell you?

Water

Let that bitch go

Used to up in the streets

Now all I do is f*cking eat

All I do is record

Press the button

Hit the blunt and

I just keep on spitting something

Imma keep on going crazy

Remember the look on your face

Remember the belt on your waist

Remember that way that i said it

Remember im swervin the fakes

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Yeah I was catching the wave

Yeah I was making the way

Yeah I was counting my cake

Yeah I was smoking by eighths

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Told you that I needed some space

Yeah you can't touch my wrath

Touch my wraith

F*ck these rollies b*tches hate

I can't play

I can't play

I just ball every day

Can't you understand

When I'm spitting facts

Yea I pull up with a hunnid racks

That you needed

Imma need a bad bitch

Yeah her name Anita

Came up on these b*tches

Yea I got a hundread rolex

Just to show the fam

That I'm really bout my business

I just can't play no games

I just gotta ball up like Dwyane

Up in the NBA

Do you understand what I'm tryna say?

YRM Bear

Signing off...