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Yeah,
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Aye
Came from the dirty,
swamp land, check the heat rate
Two bands, slid for his ice
He a cheap skate
He ain’t from the field, face funny
That’s a deep fake
He ain’t who he say he is, nigga
Check the, uh
Don’t nobody know you
tell me why you keep a strap for?
You don’t even like outside, what the **** you rap for
**** soft like pastels, your soul ain’t really black though
return of the slab, this a jab, put it back hoe
I’m back though, this the top shelf
I’m top floor, gimme top hoe, need more like it’s cowbell
press the P to get to me
Can’t get in on a back door
You crawl slow like a centipedes
I speed a Benz like a Rav 4
Uh uh
What the business is?
Why you really mad?
What the issue is?
You upset cause I am, who you think you is?
Paying for the lifestyle got your mind playing tricks
Hands in your pockets, man look at you doing splits
Whipping that wood grain, got your career in a ditch
Some loans you can’t pay back
Look at percentages
Calling audibles on these lines get your ass hit with a blitz
Came from the dirty,
swamp land, check the heat rate
Two bands, slid for his ice
He a cheap skate
He ain’t from the field, face funny
That’s a deep fake
He ain’t who he say he is, nigga
Check the, uh
Came from the dirty,
swamp land, check the heat rate
Two bands, slid for his ice
He a cheap skate
He ain’t from the field, face funny
That’s a deep fake
He ain’t who he say he is, nigga
Check the, uh
G-a-T-Dollar sign
And don’t forget the dollar sign
