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Some shit just don't rub you right when you first hear about it I'm looking at the Freshman List, your name ain't on the ballot, man I'm looking at the piece on my side, I can't go nowhere without it People always tryna run up on somebody, get some clout, and I've been in and in and out the bank, in and out the bank Wonder what my mind is on, it's not what you think I'm blowing out the big gas, all I smoke is dank These rappers tryna formulate, I love this shit, I fornicate I'm playing with the kitty, finger fucking on the money Every blunt cost me a check, like I'm smoking out a hunnid Sorry bae, wanna come 'round, but this here Ferrari play Meaning every sixty seconds, I go so, so far away I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, dog, ya heard How I met this girl on fourth of July, but fucked her on the third? How I feel like DJ Khaled? I got all my bags secured How I went and grew some wings when all my dogs was pitching birds? Aye, aye, aye, yea Nothing that you gon' do ever gonna stay, aye, yea And I've been going through it, so I'm tryna get this cake, aye, yea Nothing that you gon' do ever gonna stay, aye, yea From Letras Mania