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I'm ‘bout to
Break bread with the enemies
'Bout to find out if I'm really better but I better be
'Cause if they spit it and I'm with it then I'll let ‘em be
Don't want no smoke cause I'm tryna be a better me

I better see a 100k on my desk I gotta flex
Wear a 100 chains on my chest
These f*ckin' squares better circle up and cut my cheques
They tryna buy me cause I got next
I got

20 thousand coming for a verse though
Tried to trip me up but I really came in first though
I'm the type of motherf*ckin' nigga with a fur coat
I'm the type of motherf*cker drive a twin turbo
Herbal
Rolled up in a element
I be spittin' venom when I kill ‘em for the hell of it
I got hella loud, and she want me to sell a bit
She said she like my song but I got hella shit

I used to be a miskeen guy
Miskeen creps with a miskeen ride
Then I had a vision, couple years go by
Now I'm really living like a dream so I wake up
With a motherf*ckin' blunt on the table
Spark that shit, then I smoke it to the face so
I can levitate, never wait on a payroll
I believe in fate cause I make it when I say so
Wait though

I got problems now
Fake niggas tryna make it off my sound
Fake bitches tryna know where I be now
All because I'll make a milli from a hobby now

Make a milli from the track
Spend a milli on the loud
Trust me I got hella millis coming in n out
Its not about the money bitch, that's not what I'm about
Nah that's not what I'm about

So f*ck what you heard 'cause I'm moving like a f*ckin' loose cannon
Your boo fannin' when the Bentley coupe standin'
Off the coast of Morocco
Better call up Blacko
Better let him know that I'm the motherf*ckin' Chapo

Drop hoes, in an instant
Blink twice, and she missed it
She got a new man, he's a dipshit
You can't tell me nothin' about this shit
But she gon' follow her addiction
Find another man that she can live with
Find another me who never did shit
She just need the dollar for the wishlist

She said that cash rules everything around her problems
Cream get the money so that maybe she could solve ‘em
I told her baby this ain't nothin' and I got it
Said I like her dress even thought I f*ckin' bought it
Hold up, didn't she know me before the fame?
Didn't she tell me that she ain't really tryna get paid
Off the verses that I made where I talk about my days
And I write about this bitch and I'm losing it like may-day
Hey wait, why she lose it when I say Drake?
Why she only f*ckin' with me on my pay day?
What would Ye say?
Too many rappers treat the motherf*ckin' studio like it's a f*ckin' playdate

Wait wait, what these fakes tryna say say?
Why these beggars coming my way way?
All they really droppin' is the hate
And I'm never f*ckin' late when I say that I

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