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First round draft pick Rolling Stone staff pick We headed to the league We headed to the league First round draft pick Rolling Stone staff pick We headed to the league We headed to the league Did you see me pop? Oh yeah, I forgot, how could you not Five years, blood tears, had to secure that spot Labels playing tug of war so we keep it locked in Did I mention, R.I.P. your fucking top ten Oh I'm supercharged I don't wanna shake your hand I don't know who you are I put a hit on Hollywood I guess I'm shooting stars Niggas thinking small but they got plans of living large I hit that block so hard I need me my own Boulevard Oh this brothers bored, baby peep the style Niggas previously beef with turning vegan now Now where I used to live not where I'm sleeping now I'm doing my new house jig I'm gon' need a while First round draft pick Rolling Stone staff pick We headed to the league We headed to the league First round draft pick Rolling Stone staff pick We headed to the league We headed to the league GT enterprises LLC I'm TJO the founder Can't say your lady like my bitch but I sure stay around her Nigga think he in the game bitch they brought you for me I might light up anywhere my nickname jubilee She asking if she piss me off I said well that depends Said you want a baller with a benz and you don't have a benz Call my ass a mastermind cause I have master plans I like taking shrooms cause I act black around my cracker friends I'm comfy in this bitch today I don't know what niggas on I'm getting rich today If you don't have at least one mortgage put your wrist away I need branzino before I sleep can't eat no fish filet Treat a marriage like a moshpit open that shit up I'll take both yo ass to counseling you start acting up I'm 'bout to leave the state again I'm 'bout to pack it up You got till EOD today to come and back it up Like a SSD I don't have no extra you but I'm the next best thing Pushing niggas off me like I'm on that chest press thing Don't let whatever you got at home infest me I don't want to talk about it put the pen up in it Gang gon' get it hand and fist till we ain't independent Damsels all outside the house and I got villains in its Need every car and every house with every window tinted First round draft pick Rolling Stone staff pick We headed to the league We headed to the league First round draft pick Rolling Stone staff pick We headed to the league We headed to the league
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