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Better pay your dues, better stay low-key Bitch, don't mind me, ain't goin' back Put it on me, put it on— (MUPP broken your heart) I can be the one they hate, I don't got no time to be liked Better pay your dues, better stay low-key Bitch, don't mind— (Yuh) Welcome to the south-side, here them cute hoes do you dirty In my city, we don't fist bump, we dap up and get to swervin' In that 06 Vogue, money on overload Momma we never goin' back to poverty, fuck that Hoes on the floor, like a Rugrat Crawlin' at my feet, rappers been mumblin', talkin' bout nothin' They gotta keep stumblin' off of the Xanny Now killin' themselves so, so, slowly Grippin' changin' is my lanes and payment rates, I raise the stakes I'll raise these rappers from the grave So put some respect on my name Time is rainin' with no label, whoever take that bread, then lay low Why you sigh? You saw your faygo Forty-five, blow off your halo Sometimes I can't fuck with yo' bitchin', wanna buy you a flight Send your ass back to your daddy's house, so you can think twice But then I switch up my emotions, rather be with you than forgotten I cannot have this crib myself without you, I get too cautious And now I'm back to bein' alone, thinkin' about who you fuckin' with Never wanted to keep no feelings, not too good with apologies I was used being a lone wolf, ride with my homies Who hand my best to me, hands on me Back up, puttin' your hands on me (Woo!)