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Julian Carter
Julian Carter
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I'm not one of them I'm not one of them Bitch I am him Yeah look Yeah I got ulterior motives I'm not one of them you know this I hop on beats and I'm floating Game 1 Trae Young with the Floater I've been in the cut I've been posted I spend and don't look at the total I've been in my bag I've been focused The shit you just dropped was atrocious I have no choice I was chosen I meant every word that I've spoken My opps make me laugh without joking Pinky Ring I can't do the proposing Beethoven how I keep my composure Fast whips I don't need me a chauffeur Big chip that I have on my shoulder Leave her on read I'm giving her closure Yeah yeah everyday it's supreme on the logo Yeah yeah step out clean like I'm taking a photo Niggas swear that they IT but they're really just Bozo yeah Can't stop at the Roho I'm always in go mode Yeah I'm seeing green They had my neck in the guillotine What you got on your neck has it turning green This lil whip that I got I can't turn the key Don't disturb my peace That lil shit is no longer concerning me But I still won't be turning the other cheek I got bills in the safe for attorney fees Oh you talking to me can't be How you Buck and then turn into Bambi Why the fuck would I lean on a plan B Tryna be in the phantom like Danny I was down at the bottom like Sandy You're less violent more vigilante What I do in the booth is uncanny No excuse I want everything fancy I'm not chilling I'm a man on a mission I still don't pop percs zans what a feeling But I press a button to open the ceiling And they hate but don't touch me such a good feeling Second place isn't really appealing See the snakes change their skin as it's peeling Not to my face when they say how they feeling When I say my grace only time that I'm kneeling Me and my demons have an agreement I still follow Jesus I'm not a heathen This is new money no Morgan Freeman Head nod and the mob know the meaning Roddy Ricch I'm tryna ball every season Watch your lip please don't give me a reason Vivid memory of how I was treated Now I'm all that I'm feeling like Kenan My stomach was touching my back now I'm eating We do the same thing we not even I remember having water ramen bread and only ice cubes left in the freezer I remember wearing hoodies to sleep while I was tryna stay warm with the heater Where the fuck you think I got this demeanor I'm always 100 like I gotta fever I got ulterior motives I'm not one of them you know this I hop on beats and I'm floating Game 1 Trae Young with the Floater I've been in the cut I've been posted I spend and don't look at the total I've been in my bag I've been focused The shit you just dropped was atrocious I have no choice I was chosen I meant every word that I've spoken My opps make me laugh without joking Pinky Ring I can't do the proposing Beethoven how I keep my composure Fast whips I don't need me a chauffeur Big chip that I have on my shoulder Leave her on read I'm giving her closure
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