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B.B. King Freestyle
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Drake
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Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' Know that I need discipline I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin' n***as love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es But we are not equivalent, dawg I been an only child, don't need siblings And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay Man, if you saw what I flew here, you be like "He's sickenin'" If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it No Ceilings 3 Lil Wayne and Drake, let's go Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin I don't еat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' Know that I need discipline I keep singin' for all thеse hoes, they keep listenin' n***as love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es But we are not equivalent, dawg I been an only child, don't need siblings And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay Man, if you saw what I flew here, you be like "He's sickenin'" If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it Classics, I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin' Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin' I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin' Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin' Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin' When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it n***as get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it n***as get a gun just so they can make props out of it Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this b*t*h with kicked feet up I'ma make you bounce out this ho, like Big Freedia Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-liter First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater Before that, I got the bedroom hot with the space heater On top of that, I didn't have sh*t to my name either, that's real But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her That's the only way I know how to express love My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove All them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up, for real I come with a lot of complications inside me It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me Everyone wants to try me, but no ones wants to buy me Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me
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