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点击复制These are my one St Thomas flows
Me my n***as and some Madonna h*es
That look just like virgins but trust they down to go
Discussing life and all our common goals
Smart kids that smoke w**d honor roll
Look how the champagne diamonds glow
Fine dining pour another glass when the wine is low
I'm in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling
Whatever it is I got it's clearly appealing
These other rappers getting that inferior feeling
I hope you feel it in your soul spiritual healing
Take a look at yourself the mirror's revealing
If you ain't got it you ain't got it the theory is brilliant
People ask how music is going I heard it pays
I just came off making two million in 30 days
D**n I guess it does is what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be spending my money just because
With Weezy I'm just out here repping us
'Til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessing us
Yeah I know these n***as miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smelling like teen spirit
I ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up
Until I lose for now I'm the game's single leader
I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up
And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up
Who you like tell me who it is
I'mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list
I should call it a night but f**k it I can't resist
This one is for all the n***as from my city trying to diss
Without a response from me you really fail to exist
And I love to see you fail that feeling there is the s**t
I swear p***y n***a get your bread up
Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your a*s to let up
Why your scary a*s looking down pick ya head up
No one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous get up
With nose plugs in now I can smell the set up
So you just wasting your time you only making me better yeah
I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff
Chase N Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club
D**n that n***a always kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods
And have girls fall through like coins in the couch
Now we just f**king all the b***hes they warned us about
Scared for the first time everything just clicked
What if I don't really do the numbers they predict
Considering the fact that I'm the one that they just picked
To write a chapter in history this s**t has got me sick
But if I really do it don't expect to get a split
Cause this truly is some s**t I don't expect for y'all to get
I'm nervous but I'mma kill it cause they 'bout to let the realest team in
Throwing up in the huddle n***a Willie Beamen
But still throwing touchdown passes
In tortoise frame glasses hopin' that someone catch it
People say that old Drake we startin' to miss it
But they need to be a little more specific
Is this what y'all want In my best Chris Tucker impression
Ducking your questions f**k your suggestions
Money gets all of my love and affection
Cars all black like the cover of Essence
I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze
Y M O E n***a yeah