| My life a movie the way they be acting
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| She say that she like all my ad-libs
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| This life I gotta appreciate
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| Remember the time I ain’t have this
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| But when they see me in a mansion
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| Tell me that they proud and they clapping
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| AR, I had to demonstrate
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| Honestly‚ I’m really just rapping
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| On my 'Gram‚ I got fans and they love me
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| On my 'Gram‚ I got haters, they hate me
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| They say that «This nigga a fucking nerd»
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| Wonder why they seeing me lately
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| Wonder why they bitch wanna date me
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| Wonder why they cannot escape me
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| Wonder why some goofy nigga on the internet richer than them with brace teeth
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| Don’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up
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| Getting records‚ I fuck with my bucks
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| Say you want me, then you out of luck
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| Baby girl, you out of luck
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| Anti-social‚ never done the club
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| Now your ho invite me to the club
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| But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me
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| Girl, nah, that ain’t enough
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| Can’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up
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| Getting records, I fuck with my bucks
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| Say you want me, then you out of luck
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| Baby girl, you out of luck
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| Anti-social, never done the club
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| Now your ho invite me to the club
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| But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me
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| Girl, nah, that ain’t enough
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| Swear, life change quick
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| Some niggas gotta keep that blick
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| Can’t control if you broke or born rich
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| If you wanna situation, nigga, deal with it
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| Ha, bitch, you ain’t made that clear
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| Nigga, see Lil' Tecca on the screen and click
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| Rewind a few times on the flow real quick
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| Finnessin' nigga, I was known for this
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| You immature and I’m grown with it
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| But it’s Young Nigga World, kids so with it
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| Niggas will accuse you, I know
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| Just so they close when you blowin' shit
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| They gon' gas you up regardless, don’t care
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| Trust, fuck your opinion, don’t care what you hear
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| It’s Bape boy, it’s BB Simons on my gear
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| Your bitch spittin' game on me, hit from the rear
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| Me goin' broke, in God what I fear
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| Thank God she bless me, nigga, no luck
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| And I’m on my grind like some muhfuckin' trucks
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| I got the sauce, you can’t touch, no
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| My life a movie the way they be acting
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| She say that she like all my ad-libs
|
| This life I gotta appreciate
|
| Remember the time I ain’t have this
|
| But when they see me in a mansion
|
| Tell me that they proud and they clapping
|
| AR, I had to demonstrate
|
| Honestly, I’m really just rapping
|
| On my 'Gram, I got fans and they love me
|
| On my 'Gram, I got haters, they hate me
|
| They say that «This nigga a fucking nerd»
|
| Wonder why they seeing me lately
|
| Wonder why they bitch wanna date me
|
| Wonder why they cannot escape me
|
| Wonder why some goofy nigga on the internet richer than them with brace teeth
|
| Don’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up
|
| Getting records, I fuck with my bucks
|
| Say you want me, then you out of luck
|
| Baby girl, you out of luck
|
| Anti-social, never done the club
|
| Now your ho invite me to the club
|
| But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me
|
| Girl, nah, that ain’t enough
|
| Can’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up
|
| Getting records, I fuck with my bucks
|
| Say you want me, then you out of luck
|
| Baby girl, you out of luck
|
| Anti-social, never done the club
|
| Now your ho invite me to the club
|
| But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me
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| Girl, nah, that ain’t enough |