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Yeah, yeah, you know She called me on my phone asked me what I'm sippin' on (Hitmaker) look Louis in my cup (cup), Louis on my clothes (clothes) Lou smokin' gabagoo, we pass that pick 'n' roll (true) My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes (woo) All my money straight, so Aminé never fold (no) I'm back on, back on, back on shit They thought was hard, I passed on, bitch I'm Dre, I get my Mac on If that ass is fat, I last long Found solace in promises Kept by bitches who swallowin' All my kids, they keep gobblin' Write for who? They keep hollerin' A&R's with the silencers Shot for us, but we silence 'em Niggas hate, but they wan' be us Jealousy be so fond of us Presidential on my wrist Now I'm the head of state Everybody want the fame But don't know what it take Can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation I said, can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation So it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga I said, it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga Leases on your chain, leases on your chain (true) Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain (geez) Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same (true) It's hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame (hey) More cap in this rap shit than your graduation (yes, sir) Hatin' niggas be the ones out here congratulatin' (yes, sir) I don't know who you are (no), beef ain't nothin' to moi (no) Niggas be delusional thinkin' we close, but we far (bitch, huh) You out of place, get my weed out of state Pretty bitches give me face, on her knees like rolling trays Got a main and bae, don't care what these niggas say Ballin', fuck a resumé, pull her hair, fuck the lace (that's very true) I got plaques to give my kids But until I'm six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit (bitch) Can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation I said, can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation So it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga I said, it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga (everybody just) Hatin' niggas I'm sick of, when we talk, you listen Fight in me, my fist up, control shit like SZA Hatin' niggas I'm sick of, when we talk, you listen Fight in me, my fist up, control shit like SZA La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la Yeah, wake up, wake up (shit so slick) Yeah, wake up, yeah Gone for a moment, but not forever, not for long Throw up your K&A's Remind these niggas, man, look (eeh, eeh) Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B My biggest haters niggas who didn't make the league (true) Sold out dates, seen on seven seas Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUV's Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn't buy the steeze Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn't match the fee Bitch, I'm in my bag, not in the industry (true) The flow so player, play this shit in the limousine Ok, rappers, wrap it up (yeah) KAYTRAMINÉ, Best Rap Album, competition? None (yeah) "Underrated,"they tryna act like I ain't drop 71 (yeah) Sickamore said it best, "All you niggas bums" (true, true) These niggas keep on talkin' in my ear like I care, but I don't (don't) Shorty's unsendin' DM's that rappers won't Talk to me dicey 'Cause they know the verse is gettin' very, very pricey (true) Call my nigga Richie when I need assurance (true) 503 in AZ, bitch, I look like Terrance (true) Know you listenin', but you don't fuckin' hear us Y'all can keep countin' me out, I'm just gone my carats I put Halle Berry in my close friends Why the fuck would all you niggas think I need anymore friends? I don't like you rappers, I don't like you hoes Bitch, I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole Yeah, y'all talkin' like we equals when we know you smeagles Two face, niggas don't understand we gone see through All that bullshit that you hidin' True colors always show, it's always perfect timing (timing, timing)
Writer(s): Adam Aminé Daniel, Louis Kevin Celestin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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