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I don’t argue over dumb shit Back of Barneys top floor on my lunch shit Chicken salad don’t mind that we here Make a purchase or two then we disappear [?] hand rug Exec mindset and thug The Jay 305 [laminates?] Ooo I see they got you standing in Slide me the Crown kid This shit poison like Bell Biv DeVoe These little rappers can’t fuck with me, I quote I trained ‘em all like Freddie Roach You want a building start banging Guess that’s the cost of being famous I remember you was more cool than that I used to be around the ones that could shoot craps My niggas ran out with the Ralph outta TJ Maxx Creatine in the beats let me hit the abs Buy yourself a duplex get your chick a Jag I got the next hundred years yea it’s simple math Fuck what you claim this rap shit is lame Don’t even own nothing not even yo name Can’t go through formulas the label gets paid 6’1” and a half and I don’t play no games Don’t copy my style Letras de cancionesDon’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Kings handle business we don’t pout about it If nothing else, make sure the ounce exotic I live in the mouth of goddess Walk around looking like a house deposit, uh Too many niggas, had to bounce, was crowded If only all these daps could amount to product Uh, I guess I’m guess I’m wishful thinking I never compromise my brand with risky instincts Might cuff the whole plate Oversize tees youngins [?] the whole K Businessmen sitting business class Six hour flight and I slept the whole way Don’t hate doggie, be better I don’t dwell ‘less I [sea dwella?] I’m on bullshit time Arm warmed up, out the bullpen flying Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style Don’t copy my style From Letras Mania