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Ooh, ooh-ooh Ayy, my heroes weren't Batman and Superman and Spider-Man, bro (ooh-ooh) I had some different type of heroes, my - (ooh-ooh) Let's talk about 'em (ooh-ooh) All my idols on the mother- fed list (fed) All my opps on the mother- dead list (R.I.P. 'em) If I pick my money up, I might as well deadlift (doot-bah) Caught your brother on a killer, now he dead, - (boom) P.S.A. to all these -, y'all can't - with me When we chillin', -, don't bring no - up to me (that's right) Ayy, I'm in the Bay, but I'm on Texas, yeah, I send that backend, catch it She hit me up, like, "Why, you ain't answer?" 'cause I'm with my -, ho, text me These Gabbana, these ain't no Margiela's When she with me, that's when she get the wettest Styrofoam cup and that's Codeine infested Drinkin' the syrup like I'm under the weather, ooh, ooh I put you - on, give me my credit, ooh, ooh Condo in LA, it's gettin' developed, ooh, ooh She woke up, she ate me for breakfast, ooh, ooh Boy, who you talkin' to? Don't get embarrassed We can get far from all that Gucci in Paris You won't see this in no stores, the rarest Don't make us get on that car, we gon' air it We live by that gang, and that beef, we inherit Ooh, ooh, them - robbed you because you let 'em Ooh, ooh, I got 20 choppas, I feel like Tip Harris My - authentic, their - generic, I'm the founder, I'm not your chairman Don't play with the Boogieman, sh-'ll get scary And I'ma be quiet like this a library I send 'em killers to get 'em, I flip 'em, when they pull up, you know they gon' rip 'em Soon as he gone, his - gon' miss him, after a month, them boys gon' forget him Ayy, if he got -, they better kiss him (ooh, ooh, ooh) Ayy, 'cause this they last lil' couple days wit' him I go throw with that K in a Sprinter, put on my jewelry, it feel like the winter -Ch, I'm a boss, refer to me as mister, get it from the bank, printer down, I'ma kill him My - bad, don't need no filter, e'ry time I hit her, gotta leave kids in her Chanel boy bag, gotta get in my Floyd bag At the clear port, on jets where we deploy at (deploy) At the trap house, that's where I was employed at (employed) But I don't glorify that life, I didn't enjoy that But I don't glorify that life, I didn't enjoy that But I don't glorify that life (I don't glorify that life) No, I don't glorify that life (no, I don't glorify that life) We at the clear port, got a flight (we at the clear port, got a flight) We at the clear port, got a flight (we at the clear port, got a flight) (Ah) we at the clear port, got a flight, oh And I don't glorify that life, oh We at the clear port, got a flight At the clear port, got a flight I should be there, -, tonight
Writer(s): Tim Mosley, Federico Vindver, Angel Lopez, Terry Wallace, Keanu Dean Torres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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