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Yuh, ayy
30-20, yuh

Shit don't even make sense
All I had to do was have patience
I sit back and listen, I'm like "wow"
They more like my kids than my own child
I do what it takes to make it pile
The way I'm movin' flagrant, that's a foul
Been this way since Webbie *Wipe Me Down*
You niggas just startin' to catch it now

Ayy, y'all been known the truth for a while
It's whatever now (Okay!)
Stüssy sweater now, it's 1-3-1-7- now
I'm Q. M., don't ever disrespect the lettuce child
Lit, yuh, it's an event when we enter your function
Money and success on my line, it's a conference
I don't need no fake people in my circumference
Two-face niggas make me sick to my stomach
Ridin' through the city like a motherf*ckin' president
Started servin' bars, I ain't worked a job ever since
Almost missed my flight, had to hit it one more time though
Trappin' good condition, junkies blowin' up my line (Okay!)
I can't get too comfortable, they'll stab you from behind, ayy
They hate more than what you got, they hate what's on your mind
I cannot explain it, I just do not have the time
Funny how we say it's up when it be goin' down

Shit don't even make sense
All I had to do was have patience
I sit back and listen, I'm like "wow"
They more like my kids than my own child
I do what it takes to make it pile
The way I'm movin' flagrant, that's a foul
Been this way since Webbie *Wipe Me Down*
You niggas just startin' to catch it now

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