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Mama, look at me now (Get shot) Mama, look at me now I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose Leaving 'em hanging, my sh*t banging Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen (Do-do-do-do-do-do) I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study Look up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, little buddy) Save yo money, don't think about a Beamer 'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'- Everybody wonder what it be like Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like Go like green light, somethin' what a fiend like Do it for the drug and we do it for the love And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your sh*t Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it Got the Louis sueded on some trill sh*t I be coolin', n***a, making stupid figures But the truth is realer than the fake sh*t Know they shoot to kill us, and produce the triggers I go two gorillas on some BAPE sh*t Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion The Range and the Porsches, the same, but it's gorgeous Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list Thank God your daddy never paid for abortion But sharing clothes, good times, I'ma cherish those Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows Embarra** hoes on carousels, I'm careless though I bear the toe, don't tear your soul (My god) Mama, look at me now Ayy, I'm the one that's where you're from They get it done, I'm killing them without a gun Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come I can promise it's depression That's when you learn your lesson Thought you was cut out for this, your profession Go be the best and all of that, nah f**k all of that No one call him back, yeah, no falling back Breaking down on stage, break it down the page Breaking down your age Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to the world And you losing yourself to the world And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn) Spend all your money on bullsh*t and drama Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas) Mama, look at me now (Me now) Ayy, ayy, b*t*h, get the f**k off my d**k Everybody ready, I'ma talk my sh*t Put him on my back, and then I walk my sh*t F**k around, flick my wrist, get it like this I got more plaques than I know what to do with Believed in myself when nobody else knew it Goddamn, I been through it Goddamn, I been through it You ain't got cla**, b*t*h you been truant I am the truest, no need to ask Back it up, girl, now back that a** Bobby get b*t*hes 'cause b*t*hes love Bobby And all of the b*t*hes say, "Bobby delicious" To say I love b*t*hes, completely fict**ious 'Cause I, I respect women But let's be real, man, there's some bad b*t*hes out there Man, I'm just playing Chiefin' the reefer, don't know what I'm saying I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (It's time to have fun) Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doin' a lot Why the rap game so scared to show love? I don't know but I am not That sh*t right there a Black Thought Now bring it back to the roots Yes, I most definitely got the juice Yes, I got love for the game Don't do this sh*t for the fame It's how we people the same Don't care what set you claim Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P, huh Sike, not me Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all If you need me, I got you, I promise I got you, just give me a call Hip-hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me 'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me 2019 better get that Grammy Give me my props where props is due Why everybody wanna come stop you? Maybe they mad that they not you When you preach that peace and love Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you That's no love, f**k that, show love Don't buck back like a b*t*h
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