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Lil Tjay I got a plan to run up some bands You tell me I can't, I tell you who I am Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can Glizzy on me, .38, it won't jam Opp pack, I can make you a strand Free Mark, he went dumb off a Xan' Fake jeans, that sh*t come from Japan I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram B*t*hes see me and they know who I am Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man I remember I was whippin' the pan Wasn't right, but I did what I can F**k it, though, 'cause I'm just livin' my life Remember times when the day wasn't bright Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite I'ma make sure all my n***as aight Commissary and I'm shippin' out kites Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night Fire b*t*hes started bein' polite I remember when I wasn't they type Now they figure I can better they life I ain't listenin' to n***as' advice Unless I feel what you tellin' me right F**k tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight I got potential to ball like I'm Mike VVS diamonds, no regular ice Heard a mistake when they see me on sight B*t*h, all that talkin' endanger your life I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke Bread on my head, I could double the price, n***a Runnin' your mouth I'll have my young n***as run in your house You could be dead 'fore the sun even out B*t*h, you could mob, and no toungin' me down Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow" N***as that hate they gon' wanna be down, runnin' your mouth I'll have my young n***as run in your house You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy Designer belt holdin' my pants up This money gon' call, I'ma answer I used to be down, well, look at me now I just f**ked some b*t*h named Amanda And b*t*hes be blingin' my hotline Drop top at the stop sign You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin' And your b*t*h an eater, she not mine And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop F**k out my way, I don't need you, I be great Gettin' to it out of state I need a bag, that's the reason why I spaz Every time I'm on the track Foot on the gas, leave them n***as in the past I remember I was trash Down to my last, I ain't never even ask Now I look at y'all and laugh N***as be mad, why don't you look at my dab? It's crazy this happened so fast I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave Pop me a flag, pop me a tag Sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax I ain't never try to copy his swag I'm just tryna put my hood on the map Ellie use to live right next to the trap Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks Skippin' n***as and they pull ya back I was sleepy, I was takin' a nap Ah, nah, nah Runnin' your mouth I'll have my young n***as run in your house You could be dead 'fore the sun even out B*t*h, you could mob, and no toungin' me down Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow" N***as that hate they gon' wanna be down, runnin' your mouth I'll have my young n***as run in your house You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy 'Fore the sun even out You could be dead 'fore the sun even out Yo, yo, yo Lil Tjay
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