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D. Rein
Yeah, what
Huh, Kin
I'm really getting tired of you n***as man
Real, ayy

I don't really care about the sh*ts you say
I don't really care about the sh*ts you play
When it comes to music, b*t*h, I'ma make my way
Who has to stay at it cause I need my space, ayy

Flow so sick, I'ma die off that
Make more money, I'ma grind off that
Got my d**k out like b*t*h, you better grind on that
Money on my mind and I can't take my mind off that, ayy
Drip drop with the swag, switch the weather up
n***as talking sh*t like what, this whatever bruh
f**k the games that these n***a play, switch the levels up
Now time to level up
Where the bread at, I could've swear you said this a bakery
n***as say they real, but really, all I see is fakery
Balling out like the major leagues, I only let b*t*hes play with me
n***as say they running up, what you think you gon' take from me
b*t*h, I'd-I'd die 'bout that sh*t
All my n***as here and we go write 'bout that sh*t
Team Rocket Glock, b*t*h, I'd make you fly out that whip
Running laps around these n***a like some tryouts and sh*t

b*t*h

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