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Yeah
This song’s from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw sh*t
For my n*ggas, though

You underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
You probably wouldn’t lose a single rapper
n*ggas make threats, can’t hear ‘em over the laughter
Yeah, that’s cause I’m headed to the bank, n*gga
Sinatra lifestyle, I’m just being Frank with you
I mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with you
Wildin’, doin’ sh*t that’s way out of your budget
Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this sh*t could go on a tape
b*tches lovin’ my drive, I never give it a break
Give these n*ggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That’s why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake
Straight white pre?, why’s it always me
Got us watchin’ our words like there’s wire taps on the team
Cause I show love, never get the same outta n*ggas
Guess it’s funny how money can make change outta n*ggas
For real
Some nobody started feelin’ himself
A couple somebodies started killin’ themself
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
I bet them sh*ts would have popped if I was willin’ to help

I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press over the summer for allegations
I ain’t lyin’, my n*gga, my time is money
That’s why I ain’t got time for a n*gga who’s time is comin’
A lot of n*ggas PR stuntin’ like that’s the movement
And I’m the only n*gga still know for the music
I swear, f*ck them n*ggas this year
I made Forbes list, n*gga
f*ck your list, everything’s lookin’ gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay in the sh*t, there’s a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread n*gga from New Orleans
Stashin’ money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings
Eat it like I’m seated at Swiss
Nothin’ was the same, this sh*t for Easy and Cocoa
This sh*t for Kareem, this sh*t for Jaevon
This sh*t for Julius, Milly Mill
We do this sh*t for real
All them boys in my will
All them boys is my wheel
Anything happen to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you n*ggas just need to chill
If anything happen to poppy, might pop a n*gga for real
Comin’ live from the screwface, livin’ out a suitcase
But I’m feelin’ good, Johnny got me pushin’ two plates
My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race
It’s funny when you think a n*gga blew up after Lupe
n*ggas treat me like I’ve been here for 10
Some n*ggas been here for a couple, never been here again
I’m on my King James sh*t, I’m tryin’ to win here again
A young n*gga tryin’ to win here again
Man, what’s up

Yeah
A young n*gga tryin’ to win here again
If I like her, I just fly her to the city I’m in
I got her drinkin’ with your boy
I got her f*cked up, shorty
Aww yeah

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