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(Ayy, yo, Zale, this sh*t sell off)
(Off to Neverland)

Yeah, we really gotta do it this time, running lights at the funeral line
Feeling like the two with the three in behind
Young n***a smoke blunts when I'm freeing my mind
You seeing the signs, you know my n***as coming correct
Self-made buzz, gotta show us respect
She say she impressed by the ten on my neck
She see the wrist and Rolls, said she wanna neglect, no
She wanna snort powder, she wanna see the towers
f**k on me for hours
Yeah, I'm living like a dope dealer but the rap game paying more figures, don't know what they told n***as
I'm the one that showed n***as
Teach you the game, I'll come through, really big bro n***as
I remember getting no figures
Now the bad b*t*hes want pictures and they wanna f**k with us
Yeah, she want Chanel bags
Rich and she wanna go tell that
Her man say he balling, where the stash at?
n***a really ain't a grab but he cap that (Cap that)
Damn, now he wanna battle rap (Battle rap)
Say he want beef, send the cattle back
Snitch for the cheese, he a rat pack
I just pulled in a ride and it's matte-black
Yeah, statements, he cannot retract that (Retract that)
b*t*h, I get money, he lack that (Lack that)
I need a crib for my parents (My parents)
His momma looking embarrassed (Embarrassed)
These n***as way too anxious (Anxious)
Really, these n***as should thank us (Thank us)
Rap game way too dangerous (Dangerous)
You ain't even gotta be famous (Famous)

But you could still ride in the latest (Yeah)
Have b*t*hes that's doing you favors (Yeah)
I gotta get to this paper
I need a crib with some acres
She wanna ball like a Laker (Yeah)
But I got no time to layup
She do the shots with no chaser
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
And I am not stopping for strangers (Nah)
Nah, b*t*h I can't save you (I can't save you)
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer

I'm mashing the gas, on the damn run, Pyer Moss sneakers on, that's a rare find
Twelve get behind me, I'm runnin' like DMC, don't want no TMZ headlines
You know what it is with me, I'm moving differently, can't let them poison my energy
You shot yourself in the foot just by dissing me, now we just putting you out of your misery
We ain't seen you n***as outside with your dawgs, that sh*t is a Scooby-Doo mystery
She in my DMs, but she your BM, she swallow my kids, she ain't kissing me
It's just the Prince in me, my Ralph Lauren Purple Label
I'm making Young Money, Freeky got the Draco
Hit the boy up, now it's blood on my 'Fazos
Stop that cap, "Vic ain't this, Vic ain't that"
Vic in that Rick head-to-toe, where is Morty?
Red light on the blick, now you think I'm recordin'
She give me psychology, I call it Freudian
I be with foenem, they tryna fold 'em
I cannot fold, I'm not an accordion
They say they looking for us and we ain't avoiding 'em

Yeah, and we gon' ride in the latest (Yeah)
Got b*t*hes that's doing us favors (Yeah)
I gotta get to this paper
I need a crib with some acres
She wanna ball like a Laker (Yeah)
But I got no time to layup
She do the shots with no chaser
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
And I am not stopping for strangers (Nah)
Nah, b*t*h I can't save you (I can't save you)
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer (Wait)

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