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(I-I'm—) (I-I-I'm working on dying) (BNYX) I don't fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm) I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm) Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm) (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherfuckin' po' (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls (Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah, I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfuckin' ecstasy (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin' Yeah, yeah, yeah Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever make it back Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back Letras de cancionesTry to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back I don't fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm) I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm) Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm) (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherfuckin' po' (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls (Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah, I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty (Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfuckin' ecstasy (Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin' Yeah, yeah, yeah Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever met the back Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back From Letras Mania