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Used to shop at PacSun, now I'm under LA sun
They love to bring me up, we was just irrelevant
Don't wanna be in the same room as the elephants
This talent heaven-sent
I think ten-speed might be the best pace for me
This ain't no place to be, this ain't no place for me
Outta sight, outta mind, out of space for me
Two-seater, bloody seats [?]
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
I'm tryna show 'em I'm the one, one of one, no one-on-ones
You one and done, you could still die with your gun
Tryna overload my funds, had to cut out all the fun
Pop my sh*t, I get it done, I'm talking 'bout sh*t I really done
Okay, pull up [?] who that? I'm really that
I just put the hood on my back and on the map
I got track for track for track for track and get 'em taxed
I don't come with feelings attached, I'm going black
I'm so tired and sick, I put my back on this brick
My outfit cost a brick, I look like a lick
I'm fly like a bird, I don't say a word
I know that's probably what you heard
Them n***as ain't have no words for me, they left me on the curb
I might end up doing n***as dirty in return
My respect, you gotta earn
I been lettin' bridges burn
I waited impatiently
I'm chasing faithfully, ain't sh*t you gon' take from me
They love to bring me up, we was just irrelevant
Don't wanna be in the same room as the elephants
This talent heaven-sent
I think ten-speed might be the best pace for me
This ain't no place to be, this ain't no place for me
Outta sight, outta mind, out of space for me
Two-seater, bloody seats [?]
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
I'm tryna show 'em I'm the one, one of one, no one-on-ones
You one and done, you could still die with your gun
Tryna overload my funds, had to cut out all the fun
Pop my sh*t, I get it done, I'm talking 'bout sh*t I really done
Okay, pull up [?] who that? I'm really that
I just put the hood on my back and on the map
I got track for track for track for track and get 'em taxed
I don't come with feelings attached, I'm going black
I'm so tired and sick, I put my back on this brick
My outfit cost a brick, I look like a lick
I'm fly like a bird, I don't say a word
I know that's probably what you heard
Them n***as ain't have no words for me, they left me on the curb
I might end up doing n***as dirty in return
My respect, you gotta earn
I been lettin' bridges burn
I waited impatiently
I'm chasing faithfully, ain't sh*t you gon' take from me
