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Verse 1: I got cheese but I still rock Levis In my throwback red and whites Deion's Tour bus livin, I don’t even know who she was All I seen was her teeth and her neons Said it’s time for you to go, bitch be gone Got the dab rig, hit it with blowtorch I’mma hit the lobby then do a couple shots of Hen Probably get obliterated with some coke whores Some like ice skates, others might snowboard From the summer smoke tales to the penthouse suites No more sleeping on the cold floor My commode’s touch screen, what the fuck's the remote for And I ain’t into spas and massages Unless I’m trying to start the menages People at the bar so obnoxious Lately I’ve been focused on my money making larger deposits We’ve been representing the CNT as a family Planning expanding out from Atlanta to land across the Atlantic ocean We taking over, conquer the planet And fuck how many people told me that it’s not gonna happen Back in 95’ I started up in my studio I recorded all the rappers I was still in the group with Joe And the crew would go stupid over the years every dude was dope Ain’t no future we losing ho, bunch of wannabe rappers None of us graduated or got a diploma The disappearance of my father made it hard to control When the homies robbin' everybody, what you sold it gets stolen So when they showed up to the studio we rolled it and smoked it NAWF God hit me up, he said that “Put a crown on it.” should be the slogan I agreed, that’s why I named my album that Cuz we like royalty for sure and I’ve been on a power trip Flavor like a Asian fusion dish, sweet and sour bitch, yee Verse 2: Shit I got Gucci on my feet, never wore a pair of Vans though Nah, not me, came in here solo, but I’m leavin with a rando At the V.I.P table, bitch I’m Mr. Red Rope Buckets full of ?, ? and Red Bull, yea Mix it like an engineer and drink it like it’s jet fuel Snorting lines of coke with the attendant in the restroom Cutting lines out up inside the stall When I can’t think of shit to say I let the diamonds talk Shining hard on my chest like I just got struck by a lightning rod I’m looking wet, no counter cloth could dry me off I’m blinded when I look at the reflection up inside my car Everyone pullin up on my side in awe 73’ Dodge Charger with the vinyl top People wanna come and start a conversation any given time a day And rappers want to show me what they made They thinking maybe that I like em sign em to the record label They be looking at me crazy when I say the game is fake Bitches keep requesting me to message me on Instagram They say they got a question and a same incentive as in the beginning But the minute when I hit them back They send a pic of titties and a video instead of saying “hey” Any fan of mine I really do appreciate It’s hard to stop and have a conversation with em when I’m late But then again I hate a know it all with stupid shit to say They give advice, but I’m the one that’s in the music biz, you ain’t Wads they keep a knockin’ like I’m Magic Mike Upset I might have signed a check or two, but didn’t satisfy me yet I’m steady focused on the future, had to strategize ahead Flavor like a Asian Fusion dish, fuck a side of bread , yea-uh Yahh
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