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She asked me what I do, I said, "Rap" She said, "Oh, is that casually?" "Fuck no, baby, I do this like actually No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe Just a boy with a little bit of charm who plays for his keeps I'm a dog goin' long for more than fame and the reach" (I'm a real one) She don't ever do it for no regular Glidin' through space though the nebula Fuck a new whip, fuck a new car In a space coupe with two broads These are tip-top dealers I trust my team bitch forget they Fake ass feelings, wait till the leaves switch boy I'll have your bitch employed, gotta Fit for the woman, shoutout to Sigmund Freud (Tip-top dealers, I trust my team) She asked me what I do, I said, "Rap" She said, "Oh, is that casually?" "Fuck no, baby, I do this like actually No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe Just a boy with a little bit of charm who plays for his keeps I'm a dog goin' long for more than fame and the reach" (I'm a real one) Made in '95, scoping is a right Bitches say I'm evil but they still thinkin' I'm fine Fuck a horoscope, made my own stars align Fuck a hater bitch, I'll see you later bitch I need a joint, and now I'm faded bitch I ain't fuckin' with no girl up on that Jada shit I'm always on point, pass the words like data lists We never flyin' paperless, forget about the noise (How about we let bygones be bygones, ooh) She asked me what I do, I said, "Rap" She said, "Oh, is that casually?" "Fuck no, baby, I do this like actually (actually) No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe Just a boy with a little bit of charm who plays for his keeps I'm a dog goin' long for more than fame and the reach" (reach, yeah) (She asked me what I do, I said, "Rap") (She said, "Oh, is that casually?") ("Fuck no, baby, I do this like actually) (No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe")