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Check, check Yeah, uh I'ma just talk my shit (whoa) Thumbin' through a whole 'nother bag, this not the old one Run up on this 'Rari, I'm clickin' until it's over Still'll put a snow on a mission to Minnesota Come on, you know the drill, hop in and hand it over I'm drivin' in the whip so fast, I can't control it I'm fishtailin' leavin' Javier's, I shoulda chauffeured Choppin' it up with Bryan 'bout real estate by the ocean A sea moss juice, my bitch brought me one from Oakland Today, I drove the Porsche with the automatic front lift I spent a thousand dollars on candles, I'm at Saks Fifth Tucked the uh (hee-hee) in the gas tank, played the night shift Get on a nigga head like kufi for disrespectin' it I'm thinkin' billions, cop another buildin', new woop Sicilian Thinkin' bigger, you thought I was coolin', I was takin' risks Palisades, chillin' in the shade, might take the Bent' Bettin' on myself and every time, nigga, it's a hit (it's a hit) We off in the Palisades, you know? (Bettin' on myself every time, nigga, it's a hit) I'm talkin' armed guards, gated communities, man Royal family type shit, for real (Sean Don, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look, if you not gettin' richer every year, then you just backwards hustlin' You movin' off emotion, I'm strategizin', discussin' it See, I been on my supplements Fish oils, chlorophyll, multis My hair growin' out and hoes lovin' it (lovin' it) Some people can't piece life together, it's really puzzlin' Talkin' 'bout "Trust me, I got you", but I'm not trustin' it (nah) Commercial real estate by The Fox, yeah, they constructin' it Business flowin' like the symphony orchestra, I'm conductin' it (I'm conductin' it) I crack my knuckles and neck, now I'm back to new I had to cop a bitch, we not compatible Team on the line, yeah, the love is all lateral You cannot practice for shit that's not practical Fuck with the tactics, this shit can get tactical Fuck with the rations, this shit get irrational I cannot talk to you just like them hoes when they mad at you I overwork and do shit I don't have to do Stumble and stagger through Dodge all the bullets and dodge all the daggers too Workin' these bitches and blessing them so long I might as well take a sabbatical I tell the truth like a polygraph in a booth Feel like these rappers do when they pleain' in front of the judge 'Cause they feel like they havin' to Judicial system is not a system, it's a trap for you, nigga It's our season, yeah, Larry June "Sean, when you dropping?" Very soon I get to transformin' under every moon When they bury me, they gotta bury tombs I'm just one kid in I can't be lettin' my seed all off in every womb When you see me out Just know I'm the richest, rawest, rarest nigga off in every room Woo, man, woo (yeah, Al, what up?) It was during on e of those summer rains Sweet
Writer(s): Larry Eugene Hendricks Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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