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(Theory) Why they hatin' on me? Why they wanna be me? Why they cap on me? Yeah, I can't make a plea Hope that you don't leave Why n***as on they knees, suckin' d**k coping pleas? I smoke real gas, can't breathe I'm movin' real fast off a bean I want a big bag full of green Yeah, cash n***a not weed Yeah, don't ask cause I ain't seen Yeah, take a bad b*t*h out the scene Watch 'em get mad if you can't treat 'em Listen, it's not what this sh*t it seems Yeah, Glock rockin' with a beam I might pop another seal of lean F**k that b*t*h, told her "spread eagle" Then she ride it 'til she lose her weave Yeah, I got rowdy rowdy off a Percocet And them xannies, oh, they make me mean I'm not talkin' to you through the Internet I'm not beefing with a f**kin' screen Pu**y n***as, we not into that We gone his nose f**kin' clean And I know I said this sh*t a thousand times but I'm livin' out a f**kin' dream And I only talk about the dollar signs so I gotta come f**kin' clean There's a couple n***as tryna knock me down Yeah, I think they wanna see me bleeding My brother told me be easy, you don't always gotta be even People talk but they don't mean it If they walk, just let them leave I'm going guap cause it come easy I'm at the top, just caught a breeze I want my rocks stuck on freeze B*t*h I'm a rockstar, f**k you mean They fall and flock just like leaves I done seen sh*t that you can't see Know I'ma win, can't take defeat Yeah, why they hating on me Why they wanna be me? Why they cap on me? Yeah, I can't make a plea Hope that you don't leave Why n***as on they knees, suckin' d**k coping pleas? I smoke real gas, can't breathe I'm movin' real fast off a bean I want a big bag full of green Yeah, cash n***a not weed Yeah, don't ask cause I ain't seen Yeah, take a bad b*t*h out the scene Watch 'em get mad if you can't treat 'em Listen, it's not what this sh*t it seems Yeah, Glock rockin' with a beam I might swipe the b*t*h some Celine Yeah, I got rowdy rowdy off a Percocet And them xannies, yeah, they make me mean I can't pull up if it's not about a check I want blue hunnids and the green B*t*h I'm ballin' just like Bill Belichick I want blue hunnids, I'm a fiend And he owe me money, I ain't get it yet Now that n***a living in the sea I'm the dark horse, baby giddy up Yeah, yeah, ball with the team I need help, there nobody picking up Yeah, yeah, it's not what it seems Why they hatin' on me? Why they wanna be me? Why they cap on me? Yeah, I can't make a plea Hope that you don't leave Why n***as on they knees, suckin' d**k coping pleas? I smoke real gas, can't breathe And I'm movin' real fast off a bean I want a big bag full of green Yeah, cash n***a not weed Yeah, don't ask cause I ain't seen Yeah, take a bad b*t*h out the scene Watch 'em get mad if you can't treat 'em Listen, it's not what this sh*t it seems Yeah, Glock rockin' with a beam I might pop another seal of lean F**k that b*t*h, told her "spread eagle" Then she ride it 'til she lose her weave Ride it 'til she lose her weave
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