| Yeah, I’m a nineties baby, lately, I been goin' crazy
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| I been goin' crazy lately, I been goin' crazy, crazy
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| Yeah (Woo), I been goin' crazy, crazy (Crazy)
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| Yeah (Yeah), yeah
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| I’ve been gettin' paper, paper (Racks)
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| Made a whole M without a major label (Uh, racks), yeah
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| Yeah, they like, «Glock, you major»
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| I just put a new set of fours a new Mercedes (Racks)
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| Stop, bitches tryna have my baby
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| I can’t go out like that, baby, no way (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
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| Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (Yeah)
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| Got all these bitches feelin' my Feng Shui (Uh-huh)
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| All these bitches feelin' my Feng Shui
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| I be fresh to death, they tryna put me on a runway
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| Yeah, and I still remember those days
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| I couldn’t wait to go to school just to show off my new Js
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| Yeah, young nigga, hard head, fuck what you say (Up)
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| Push up on 'em, make him skate like Lupe
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| And I got them things on me like Hussein
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| Paper wrap the gang, yeah, we the new wave (Gang-gang)
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| Uh, and I just bought a new chain
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| Matter fact, two chains, young nigga too paid
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| Uh, yeah, young nigga insane
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| We was takin' shoppin' before we ever heard of Boonk Gang (On God)
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m higher than two planes
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| You niggas drinkin' fake drank, man, you niggas too lame, uh (Fuck)
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| Ayy, man you niggas too nice
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| Yeah, yeah, lame as fuck (Lame)
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| Nigga play with us, we aim and bust
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| Yeah, choppa, ate him up
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| Slam dunk your bitch, ain’t no layin' up
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| I run up that bag, ain’t no waitin' up
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| Ayy, uh, remember I was waitin' up
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| Lil' bitch, I’m the shit and I came from nothin' (Shit)
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| Told my momma that the change gon' come
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| Yeah, yeah, straight out the slums (Straight out the slums, straight out)
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| When I got my first backend, spent the half on guns (I spent half on guns, yeah,
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| yeah, fire)
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| Rest in peace to my grandma, yeah, she raised a don (She raised a don)
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| And shoutout to my momma, I’m a son of a gun (I'm a son of a gun, yeah) |