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(10Fifty, I love you) Okay 10Fifty, come on Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Yeah, woo, yeah 10Fifty, yeah, ayy He tryna go 'head and sell me his clothes in the DM, but really I don’t wanna wear it One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and then eat a baguette while I’m posted in Paris Motherf**kers always be talkin' like who sound like who, but really why you tryna compare? Sippin' on Houston tea while I be chillin' be chillin' in Boston, think I might just get a tariff, damn We ain't f**kin' with a sheriff, damn Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarra**ed, damn White plug, Jason Garrett, damn Readin' b*t*hes like a tarot, damn B*t*h I ain’t trippin’ on nothin', these shoes don’t got motherf**kin' laces I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat, then five fifty if you want a placement That is five hundred that you are not wastin', if you don't got money then no conversations Smokin’ gelato, I turned to a Haitian Standin' in line, I'm becomin' impatient Takin' a flight to Barbados, I need a vacation Roll me up a bamboo, I'ma face it 'Boutta get his IP, I'ma trace him If you ain't on my level then why are you hatin'? If you ain't on my level then why you be throwin' that dirt on my name? John Legend, play the blame game If you talkin' that sh*t, I'ma go hit a stain I just went and got me a six piece with the kanes And your man just went and copped a bubble chain Hop in the Coupe and I cut out the brain I feel like a damn lion, no, I cannot be tamed Flexin' that government check when he get it on Twitter and then he gon' hop on the 'Gram Word on the streets I be speakin' so different they thought I was doin' this in comic sans I'm servin' out whole foods hand to hand I'm f**kin' with gas, ain't no molly tan, uh B*t*h, I've been kickin' this sh*t like I'm Jackie Chan I think you need to get your mans B*t*h, I'ma pop out the cut like a motherf**kin' jump scare And lil' brodie been known to be totin' them tools, they be treatin' that sh*t like it's hardware I ain't coachin' the game, b*t*h, I've been ballin', uh Sebastian Telfair Said he wanted that beef and he wanted that smoke so you know we bringin' that warfare I ain't duckin' from nothin', yeah Emoji with a clip, it tote a hundred, yeah You f**kin' with the squares and all the pundits, yeah I get up on the track and get to runnin', yeah They don't even know how I'm comin' And they don't even know how I'm bomin' B*t*h, I'm choppin' it up, like I'm Bunyan And I'm gettin' the chips like I'm Funyuns, yeah He tryna go 'head and sell me his clothes in the DM, but really I don't wanna wear it One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris Motherf**kers always be talkin' like who sound like who, but really why you tryna compare? Sippin' on Houston tea while I be chillin' be chillin' in Boston, think I might just get a tariff, damn We ain't f**kin' with a sheriff, damn Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarra**ed, damn White plug, Jason Garrett, damn Readin' b*t*hes like a tarot, damn B*t*h I ain't trippin' on nothin', these shoes don't got motherf**kin' laces I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat, then five fifty if you want a placement Just for a motherf**kin' placement
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