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Uhh Flyin' out to Sydney Class is on a bee's knees I'm a doctor’s writing, you can never fuckin' read me I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me You old news, so when I look at you, I'm reminiscing Fuck your ego, salty like some miso My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal, your pockets on DeVito You thought that you were runnin' shit, I turn it to the Me show An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you're Nemo I can't stress, I can never stress I started caring less and man I'm feeling the effects I made myself too proud too many times to feel regrets Got the shiny rollie, bitch I’m taking my time to reflect like You ain't my commodity, no it ain't too hard to see I can't wait for you to say some shit that ain't involvin' me I've been home and makin' money, calls right from my balcony Shit, I don't care what anybody say long as I'm proud of me 'Cause I came from my bedroom to the motherfuckin' stage Talked to God the other day, I told him, "Look at what you made" It's a championship, I'm gettin' seven rings in seven days Your career just like a emo kid, it's just a fuckin' phase, man And I can't wait for you to just get over it Letras de cancionesI've been the shit for long, you just too late to notice it Vlogging cameras, man, you do everything but focusin' My mind on January, but you still on that October shit (Uhh) Flyin' out to Sydney Class is on a bee's knees I'm a doctor’s writing, you can never fuckin' read me I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me You old news, so when I look at you, I'm reminiscing Fuck your ego, salty like some miso My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal, your pockets on DeVito You thought that you were runnin' shit, I turn it to the Me show An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you're Nemo Ayy, jealousy, ain't got no time for no jealousy I'm showin' love and I ain't tryna hide it The start of you don't mean the end of me I hate when people just barely know me, but they act like they fucking invented me Everybody on their scared to grow shit, I'm on my 8th metamorphoses Man, my life cannot bother me, I did this shit properly I didn't let my problems break me, that shit fucking guided me Talkin' 'bout you gon' do this, and that, man speak with honesty Your life is like a movie, but the trailer's way too long to see (Ayy) I don't write lyrics, I be writin' scriptures My mouth is impulsive, when I talk, I never think first I listen to Lil Wayne, his music is my English teacher I show my love to legends, that's why I like my own pictures I do not fix my flaws, that shit's a part of me Got different accents, 'cause I’m always somewhere overseas I'm just working hard and hope that other people notice it 'Cause making goals and not accomplishing them's getting old to me (Uhh) Flyin' out to Sydney Class is on a bee's knees I'm a doctor’s writing, you can never fuckin' read me I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me You old news, so when I look at you, I'm reminiscing Fuck your ego, salty like some miso My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal your pockets on Devito You thought that you were runnin' shit, I turn it to the Me show An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you're Nemo From Letras Mania