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I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man I'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man (In another life, we alright, hmm) Brain-tangled like my chain-chain, with my momma name Pain bubble on my brain, man this shit don't feel the same Same hoes from the ninth-grade, tryna give me nicotine In the Scout like Mane and Tame, old impala frame I'm a creature, I'm a Smiiture I could teach ya, still I'll beat ya Facial features give me frequents I get low, sometimes I be up All depends like old shit All that old shit that you bring up Two white coups, the Olsen Twins Mama oh my god there go they man Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones I'm a, king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan Now, now I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride) Look cool when you see me, same color, tortellini Pockets used to be Bulimic, you wouldn't believe it Someday wanna be like Jesus, other day's young Jeezy To the bag I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached Nigga, ain't shit sweet (Huh, HSM fuck Trump) Letras de cancionesOh yeah, yeah Katana, tryna find ya Should I remind ya, in my blindside We [?] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Woah, woah Ooh, ooh Coming up shit was different man Cause me I was playing in a different game Hustlin', tryna get some change These motherfuckers hate but it ain't no thing I'm just out here doing me, and that's the difference between you and me Cause I'm out here trying to truly be, number one, man fuck number two or three Or four and five, that's hoe shit cause I'm going live and it's going up My shit gas and it's blowing up, your shit trash, you ain't showing up Getting bags and I'm cashing out, got bitches passin' out Smash your bitch then I'm smashin' out Cause you did it for cash and clout I'm OG and my shit be, like Kobe and like Nipsey Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on You say you next? Come on I come through it wrecked, like give me the check, I'm gone PA that's where I'm from, H-Town that's where I stay Texas that's what it do, this dirty-south mane and we don't play Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and mama wears his T-Jones That's the typa shit we on You ain't with it fuck nigga be gone These niggas way too phony, that's something I'll never respect You 1-800, I had to call and collect Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake (haha) I don't walk outside with hoes Viva la vide, I'm usually couped up Prolly why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real time to sell shows it's a headline, long line marquee Smi Pockets on Rikishi, wrestling all my demons (this shit isn't easy) Same time shorty texting she need me Me? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh Mamma mia up in the VIP, off the shrooms All my potnahs in this bitch, surround the room I know problems in this bitch, I assume And I'm flier than a witch, get the broom Full sweep when I bump I'm coming through (when I'm coming through) Lose heat when I bump coming through Those dreams are finally coming true (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) What up fool, what you on man? Niggas tryin-, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what? Your ass need to get outside the studio That's crazy what it like? (Pull up [?] nigga, I'm just moving around) Shit I got some Hennessy though I just smoked this [?] I feel like Superman Told my exes, they all should join an art class All they do is draw conclusions Probably why they hate my smart ass Just played a show in Texas Yee-haw, new coupe got horses Couple days we off to Memphis Need drugs, need blunts, need forces See my best friends know I might- (Pull [?] bitch nigga, I'm just moving around) I don't know I might change my mind Keep to me, you know what I feel? Shit, I don't know man, it's complicated (I'm just moving around, yeah) (I'm just moving it around) From Letras Mania