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Yeah
Young Gerald, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow
Every week now I switch to a new style
Two 12's in the back just blew out
Everything I do end up in the news now
Leave the club with a few now
Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow
I'm drunk, I'm drunk in the mood now
2 AM, what you wanna do now?
(What you wanna do now?)
Look baby, pa** the Stella
Don't spill on me, that's Margiella
Got this Oakland game to tell her
Goddamn, she look familiar
Think we hooked up at Coachella
What's her name? Isabella? Isa- uhhh... forget it

Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe gеt rich
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never еxist
I can feel the changes
I can feel a new life
I always knew life can be dangerous
I can say that I like a challenge and you to me is painless
You don't know what pain is
How can I paint this picture
When the color blind is hanging with ya
Fell on my face and I woke with a scar
Another mistake living deep in my heart
Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick
I can admit that it did look like yours
Why you resent every making of this
Tell me your purpose is petty again
But even a small lighter can burn a bridge
Even a small lighter can burn a bridge
I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me then put me on stages
To me that's amazing
To you that's a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this

I don't f**k with you
You little stupid a** b*t*h, I ain't f**kin' with you
You little, you little dumb a** b*t*h, I ain't f**kin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**kin' do
Than to be f**kin' with you
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic
Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick
I see you calling, I be makin' it quick
I'm a answer that sh*t like: "I don't f**k with you"
B*t*h I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean for real, f**k how you feel
F**k your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah
And everyday I wake up celebrating sh*t, why?
Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy b*t*h
I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich
That's what put me on, that's what got me here
That's what made me this
And everything that I do is my first name
These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain
Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me
I just bought a crib, three stories, that b*t*h a trilogy
And you know I'm rollin' weed that's f**kin' up the ozone
I got a b*t*h that text me, she ain't got no clothes on
And then another one text, then your a** next
And I'm gonna text your a** back like
I don't f**k with you

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