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Yeah This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me, yeah Dreamville's finest (Real sh*t) Bas (Yeah) DJ Drama (Woo, woo, woo) Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood N***as send payments, the backend good N***as got sense, but they act no good (Why?) Slide through the lot and them b*t*hes is starstruck Hop in the ride that we took in the Tri Couple lines in the truck and they all f**k (Woah) They might say, "What's up?" when they see me 'round the city But really, no reason to talk much Dinner at Nice Guy, but no nice guys here I'm toe-taggin', no Bilbo Baggins, y'all comin' up short Take a recess, this a heat check, yeah (Coo-coo) Shawty let me hit it quick as the CLEAR with the PreCheck (Woah) This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me (What?) Seen it myself for years, the vision is mine Alone, just me, myself, no peers (Woah) Yeah (Woo, woo, woo, let's work) I don't know who hypin' them boys I'm done givin' life for the noise I give you my life from the source I don't even write anymore, yeah (Gangsta, what?) Get in and drove like it's whippin' the stove That b*t*h break heart like habits No days off, no Sabbath No snakes in my yard, no rabbits (Woo, woo) Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (Yeah) Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (Yeah) N***as send payment, the backend good (Yeah) N***as got sense, but they act no good (Why?) Still the same money, this a band (Yeah) I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (Yeah) Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle (Coo-coo), for real Let's explore the moment N***as ain't outside, they agoraphobic If you see me live, n***a, you would know it Hoes jumping on my d**k, it do aerobics Bas like P90X (Yeah, woah) Boss-like, we write the checks now Floss like we like to flex (Woo) Bust down, bust down, bust down (Right, right, right, oh) AMG, no bus now Amiri jeans, SB Dunks with a Fiends tee, no b***on-down (Woo) Respectfully, n***as blasphemy, don't f**k around (Ayy) You f**k around if you wanna, you f**k around if you wanna This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me (Woo), Ba**y Bas, I'ma go without the ad-libs (Hoo, hoo) Huh, nah Cigars in the booth and I puff it like poof And I don't understand what got into me Got a couple of troops that'll bust out the roof If I'm ready to ride on my enemy And you rappers that stole my ident**y And I really know why you ain't feelin' me I bust on the buck with Tiffany And these b*t*hes restore my agility And I'm never rehearsin' I'm makin' a million a verse just like Swizzy and Timothy Never provoke with the G.O.A.T. 'cause I want all the smoke You could call me a chimney And I really want a**, but I settle for throat I just ain't a d**k rider, the widow's peak Aim at your head when I kill the beat Spaghetti, your shells like Italy (Woo, woo) Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (Yeah) Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (Yeah) N***as send payment, the backend good (Yeah) N***as got sense, but they act no good (Why?) Still the same money, this a band (Yeah) I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (Yeah) Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle, for real Alright, now close your eyes Think about your wildest dreams You ready? And you still couldn't do this Gangsta Grillz
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