Key: F# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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pop out
And let y'all know what time it is
(let y'all know what time it is)
Yeah
Verse 2
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pray that I don't slip slowly
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Or get thrown off the top
like I'm Mick Foley
My life looks like God heard
me reciting my prayers
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No divide unless it's DIEMON
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I ain't scared to lock eyes in the mirror
they be wrapped up in the usual
The World Cup is bigger than the Super Bowl,
El stupido
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for
Vitznau brunch wraps
Their messages are regional,
my messages are WhatsApp
My shows are all a zoo
Lone wolf on my hits, dawg
I know that I'm the truth
orange McLaren
Trae Young, I be scorin' and sharin'
with my team like Mike Breen
They'd let it bang for me
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Anyone who aimed for me ended up learning
they should've shut up as I played Stormzy
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Bm
On the way to London for a
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Thought I was the man before I ever had a fan,
or my own voice
Star in the car before I ever
drove a Rolls-Royce
these rappers had a year
I felt the heat but as of late,
I've been movin' more cavalier
I know the crown comes with threats
So y'all tryna knock if off,
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it's in my heart not on my head though
my own money is what I put up
Y'all didn't make me so
you wanna break me
Just so you can build me up and finally
get to say you made me
but welcome to America
Number one exporter of train
wrecks and hysteria
Entertainment and drama
Got you messagin' celebrities
more than your mama
I told Gianna "Find yourself
before you find a man"
I told my dad "Play golf,
drink, catch a tan"
I told Frank that without
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him I'm not who I am
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I told Bugus "We gon' do
this like we said we would"
him the way I should
the way I wish I could"
I told my whole team "I got
us, we gon' all be good"
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with two milli a piece
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So y'all can blow a million and
still have a million each
and from experience I'm good at manifesting
The industry on steroids, we need
random testing
ever match the impact?
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D
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How come the streams
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I might shoot a doc and peel
the whole ship back
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The labels huddled up like "Russ,
D
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Fuck it, I just put a Benz
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in my earlobe
D
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Player and the coach like Pirlo
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Bought a Scorpion nicknamed
'Kevorkian'
But I hope the barrel stays cold, sub zero
But a villain in yours
Ain't no limit on my visions,
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fuck your ceilings and doors
I let go and let God
These women tryna ride the wave
because I'm singin' like Rod
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This whole game's a façade
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D
life is blessed, dawg
I'm the best, dawg
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I hope you feel the same about yourself
You got next, dawg
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Just some shit I had to get the fuck up off my chest,
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D
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dawg
Outro 1
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D
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