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(Ayy, Tony) Oh, you making bands, that's a first impression I can’t show the world my hand when these niggas guessing Got Margiela for my manager, he need a necklace Why these niggas always staring? I don't see 'em stepping He be snitching like his mans, they like Lethal Weapon She be eatin’ for the champ, swear she need a breakfast I be chiefing on these grams, I might need a second I'ma leave you on the 'Gram, I ain't seen a destiny Why you teasing me with— when I seek affection I ain't trying to lead you on, we could be symmetric I be high for really long, know the geekers get it Roll inspired since the Bronx, I can teach a lesson So much right shit feels so wrong, I can be regressive All the wrong shit feels so right, so I keep it simple You be lying in your songs, I can't be receptive Uh, yeah Shit be going on and on if you peep the message You be high and you be gone, what she see is hectic Yeah, this life is full of flaws, lot of imperfections All this wrong shit feels so right, so I keep it simple Shit be going on and on if you peep the— You be high and you be gone, what she see is— Yeah, this life shit full of flaws, lot of imperfections Shit be going on and on— Shit be going on and on— Shit be going on and on— Shit be going on and on— From Letras Mania