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I'm butter like Leopold Look, I tell em to keep it low I put all my people on Fuck, whoever be opposed Im in a deeper zone than on my last one Run all of it backwards, you punt I chose to go for it was in the corridor Now I'm on choruses (uh) I can never fold I'm 'bout my coin like the laundry tho' I get my paper then adios Youngin' with bars like a audy home Saba but well known like sabido Sober but got off a addy doe I tell the truth on like every song I drop a classic that's Abbey Road You can add 'em up Two under my belt like I'm fat as fuck You begging for help like you had enough We really not into that acting tough Im really myself in this Im like a out west philanthropist I write my songs with no cannibis I'm in the bay bitch I'm tapping in Letras de cancionesI coulda made what you made if I signed I'm a independent young black men I'm at yo head that's a CAT scan Not here to kick it no Jack Chan Random shoutout to my black fans Listening to it and yelling out pivot I'm partially studious, partially ignorant I'm not here for the 15 minutes All my team is winning, Imma need a minute Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? (Oh) Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga Where they go? Where they go? Where they go? Where they go? (Oh) They point to the lame in the year book and be like There you go There you go There you go There you go! I guess it's funny cuz I'm pretty much the man now nigga every Where I go Where I go Where I go (Oh, oh) Not to be cocky but it's a reason they copy me Copy machine epson, they salty they seasoning How many times must I do something completely Out of the seemingly simple You sceney boy, y'all done seen me Funny thought y'all was competing I Petey Pablo my block tho I raise it up like it raised me I'm talking clickers and killers We come from customers daily I Barnes and noble these pages My boy from noble he famous Half of my boys is on papers The other half on them stages Yeah I'm sick as the stage IV Take back the mixing you paid for You should return all your beats to who made em Because that was not what they made for I take my words and I wage war I'm the best out I can assure I can guarantee it, I just let it be it I just say less while they say more I stand my ground like on a fort Winning because I am a sore- Loser I maneuver like commuters The water prolly bluer in the sewer They want you to drink it like a brewer You just blew ya chance like you were Bueller And ya interest, perfect attendance Was on the bus but now I'm on the tour Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? (Oh) Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga Where they go? Where they go? Where they go? Where they go? (Oh) They point to the lame in the year book and be like There you go There you go There you go There you go! I guess it's funny cuz I'm pretty much the man now nigga every Where I go Where I go Where I go (Oh, oh) Yeah there you go (4x) Yeah there you go (4x) "Remember that shit? Aye, what up Walt?" There you go (4x) Aye aye yeah Pivot Pivot gang From Letras Mania