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All you motherf**kers sh*t ‘cus I lit it lit it If you really wanna f**k you can get it get get it B*t*hes always getting pressed man I seen it seen it If you really wanna f**k you can get it get it 1 shoe, 2 shoe I’ma f**king get it (F**K) One star, one style You know how I’m living (B*T*H) Tell me whats the sitch now son (craaaazyyyyy) ‘Fore I snap your b*t*h up, done (f**k you) You know I be blowing up quicker than a mad man (mad man mad man mad man) Thinking twice ‘fore you try my friends Boy whats your plans Put the vision in our pockets Pick the lock into your sockets Flick the switch now you running to your brothers (SOCKIIIIIIIIT) Move that sh*t I feel like gold Who that be that wanna go All my friends are killing now We the ones that bring the crowd Move that sh*t I feel like gold Who that be that wanna go All my friends are killing now We the ones that bring the crowd (Uh) hot damn I get jiggy when I land (uh) Always on the grind why you on my land bruh Start the fire when I spit you perspire Really on some bullsh*t saying I’m retired (uh) Quit a job quit my school quit the girls with it Minds fried like some nandos f**k with it Top dawg cus I’m boss dawg deal with it Drop the gun when you shoot cus you missed wit it F**k with the sh*t now Telling everybody who wanna go when I get it down Stealing everything never flow with the fake crowd Haters coming in like the waves they get beached now Making sh*t up with my breath, never fearing f**king death Cooking sh*t up like a chef whipping sh*t straight out the pot Never knowing whats the plot (uh) How you motherf**kers like it when I spit the never ending flow when it drop it turn Gold (uh) I’m never hiding now (never) I shine like everyday (everyday) These cats gon try to take my mother f**king recipe (recipe) I’m never hiding now (never never) I shine like everyday (damn day) These cats gon try to take my mother f**king recipe (RECIPE RECIPE) Move that sh*t I feel like gold Who that be that wanna go All my friends are killing now We the ones that bring the crowd Move that sh*t I feel like gold Who that be that wanna go All my friends are killing now We the ones that bring the crowd I be surfin’ this wave god sent me I’m onto new thangs wish me godspeed Never really fit in on the block, no tetris Left a few bros they were actin like Judas I roll down the street now they wanna catch this I’m gettin tired of all this fake sh*t See em flex on the gram they stuck in a matrix When I speak the truth oh yeah they hate it My humble beginnings I’ll never forget it Y’all out here feelin’ like y'all made it Don’t ever mock my vision you still on that 9 to 5 shift thing Stop askin’ me to start freestylin’ I’m really sick of that sh*t fool Oh and spell my name right too it’s shaun spelled with a f**kin’ 'u' Move that sh*t I feel like gold Who that be that wanna go All my friends are killing now We the ones that bring the crowd Move that sh*t I feel like gold Who that be that wanna go All my friends are killing now We the ones that bring the crowd (Hah) All the people looking at me different, why they looking at me differently When I look at the same huh When all of them just be chasing the fame huh Fortune not the same who to blame for the kids Chasing down the [?] flexing on the gram, double tap tryna put the damn team on the map I ain’t mad this is sad bro looking at the whole team full of crap If you pa** me all the chicks its a wrap (yuh) I’m making a sandwich, I got myself full of the girls thinking they be some bad b*t*hes They full of themselves, I’m moving in silence I’m moving in stealth, few years this boy’s gonna acquire the wealth And thats facts no print, what else would I be if I wasn’t in the crew f**king up the whole scene Straight bars I ain’t malleable, I’m taking thats valuable, making y’all look miserable Stock going up and we rising, higher than the 88 ever gon reach Boys from the blocks, we ain’t boys from the beach Man we run the block, [?] f**king sitch Ain’t no ladder to the top, we gon build our own mountain Never gon fall if we all climb slow Ain’t no ladder to the top, we gon build our own mountain Never goin’ far if we all climb slow If my mom ain’t yours then don’t call me a bro Man whoever wants a show man we all go pro (uhuhuhuhhuhh)
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