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I throw on some clothes then I walk out the door Just like a young g Gucci up on my chest, watch me flex with the f**kin' heat Brand-name clothes come with brand-name hoes Dirt stains on my shirt, smoke in my breath b*t*h, you can't f**k with me b*t*h, I hate all of these pussies that come around me and and act like they all know me I hate everyone askin' me for a feature when they don't got flows See, I hate all of you Internet thugs posted up with their hands on the keys And I hate everyone so please just do not f**k with me 'Cus God hates me God hates me G-god hates me I think God hates me God hates me God hates me G-god hates me God hates me God hates me and I know it Bet my music show it get up and put that sh*t up into motion Now I, I'm just a f**kin' criminal listen to 'em now your boy gotta get it to 'em Get paid by the way that I flip it to 'em Sacks full of thraxx, got stacks in the back Of the Cadillac, [?] No snapback, lab rat I been f**kin' with the chemicals Everything I do is a product of what they taught me to And that's that Tryna go up like my name was Nasdaq Gettin' the check and I [?], get the cash back Tryna get a rack from this rap sh*t I'm a f**kin' addict to this sh*t like it's crack, yeah Bad motherf**ker
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