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Aye, Look Faragamo on my feet, I keep the flare on my toes And I swear to God that I'm elite, I always wanna carry the gold Need ten racks for a fee, I come with various flows n***as always wanna compete, you couldn't compare me to those In a whole different area codes My n***as roll up we gone burry your soul b*t*hes pull up they the rarest of hoes Hottest as f**k they rarely get cold I never stress over anyone else 'cause I'm never impress when I stare at my foes I can't suppress all the words that I flex when they look at me I know they scared of me though Top 5 n***a I'm top 1 Top 5 n***a you not 1 I got wins you got none I don't take the L's you take I elevate the top run Resonate with figures most these n***as Been my Godson n***as steal my steez and claim they got one Switch up on n***as like Sammy Sosa I'm MVP, I demand the trophy They envy me and they snitch on my plays to the feds in attempts to hand me over Way too many you n***as I'm standing over I'm too far in the lead all yall plans is over Im too strong with the speed even if they stand in my way its sad 'cause i ran them over I don't ever feel pressure to move They say money can never buy happiness for me but I seen what cheddar can do People turn rats in the heat of the moments if they not together with you That's why I stand by myself in the midst of a circle with n***as who been trained how to groove
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