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Nkwelle Ngulledie Nkwelle
Nkwelle Ngulledie Nkwelle
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Pe$os
Pe$os
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Austin Ficklin
Austin Ficklin
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Robert "nimbusmixedit" Middleton
Robert "nimbusmixedit" Middleton
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I don't know what's next (I don't know) But I can't go out sad (Oh no no) People be stressing me Always asking what's for next me If you don't know what's next for me Then you don't need to know Cause imma get it Imma get it imma get it Imma get it imma get it Imma Turns haters to believers You ain't believe in me sometimes I ain't believe either I'm grinding till my teeth hurt Chasing the bag like Odell Beckham Ima a receiver No I'm not a preacher Better watch out for the people in your corner maybe leachers If I fall I'm landing feet first Flexing for the cameras got that BL on my T-shirt Sometimes I start thinking I should stop recording I am not important I should just abort it Wait oh na I'm trippin I'm not Scottie pippin I'm more Michael Jordan I'm a little different I'm tryna take it to a level that it's never been And I'm tryna make so much money I fly to never-land I be on the island wylin while I'm smiling in the sand And I'll cherish every moment cause some you don't get again I don't know what's next But I can't go out sad People be stressing me Always asking what's for next me If you don't know what's next for me Then you don't need to know Cause imma get it Imma get it imma get it Imma get it imma get it Imma It's too late to follow now It's too late to come around It way too late For you babe Left you in the dust and sent you packing like you kool-aid Now I got a couple plaques you came round like toothpaste Gotta be quicker than that slow like DJ screw days I be next up flexed up Tryna run my check up Seven colors of that golden cuban on my necklace Salmon with croissant and pepper seeds up on my breakfast Used to drive a Lexus bye Alexus I want Tesla No you can't hang with me If you ain't brother, sister or family Come with some manners please Cause I gotta do it I gotta do it I gotta do it I gotta get right to it and Turns haters to believers You ain't believe in me sometimes I ain't believe either I'm grinding till my teeth hurt Chasing the bag like Odell Beckham ima a receiver No I'm not a preacher Better watch out for the people in your corner maybe leachers If I fall I'm landing feet first Flexing for the cameras got that BL on my T-shirt
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