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My homie car push-start, he still drop off the keys She not a religious girl, she still drop on her knees I'm not pimpin', but I still made some guap off the P's They've been askin' me for favors, need to stop all that please Gang members in my city know that I'm an honoree I'ma get that check regardless of the damn economy It's like a Tesla how I got the drive, there ain't no stallin' me I got three different phones, destiny still callin' me This car cost two hunnid fifty thou, to think I came from Honda Civics Yeah, basically fuck all the critics If you hatin' and you make more than me, speak up 'cause I'll admit it Every time I ask, all I hear is crickets Y'all some broke boys, still off at yo' mama's house and on the couch Don't take advice from people I don't respect, fuck what they talkin' 'bout Folks should just be happy I'm too busy to come chalk 'em out Stacks of twenty thousand make it too easy to block 'em out Y'all blockin' blessings, can't finesse the kid 'cause I come from finessin' Only time I be filled with regret is when I'm in regression Top five rappers, I hang with the pros 'cause that's my profession Might go start a boy band 'cause I'm headin' in one direction Up, y'all still down, you stuck When they hate to say you did it all by yourself, they say it's luck Still don't entertain these haters, truth be told I give a fuck Y'all some low lifes, I'm sittin' high like inches on the truck Letras de cancionesMy homie car push-start, he still drop off the keys She not a religious girl, she still drop on her knees I'm not pimpin', but I still made some guap off the P's They've been askin' me for favors, need to stop all that please Gang members in my city know that I'm an honoree I'ma get that check regardless of the damn economy It's like a Tesla how I got the drive, there ain't no stallin' me I got three different phones, destiny still callin' me In the kitchen and it's Taysty From Letras Mania