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5:03 in the morning Everybody in the crib sleep but me I'm used to that Yo, I keep quiet 'cause I notice y'all sell noise I hold my daughter like Logan Paul held Floyd This grimey industry gon' overcharge, you fell for it Like damn, they took yo' bag, was you supposed to call a bell boy? Banks made a cla**ic, I'm just hoping y'all tell Lloyd Still, I'm steady burning like I'm hopin' y'all tell Roy Everybody in yo' business N***as wildin', b*t*hes trippin' like Chris Rock in Boomerang tryna open y'all mail, boy Yeah, yeah Are you not entertained? Do I really drop my top in the rain? Do I really purchase coach tickets then try to sneak to first cla** when I'm on the plane? Am I still the same? Like, why would I change? Deny comforting, smile when it's pain Guy in the mirror Still I feel I'm in love with Ivy Rivera Just bought me a house, had a housewarming Used to have to turn the oven on to warm up the house, no doubt Yeah, no doubt I'm in Houston with Trae, he the truth Even when he ain't in town, he make sure I stay in the loop I'm dining in, say my grace on a plate full of food Crab a** n***as gon' make it feel like a table for two You too concerned speakin' on who hatin' on you If nobody hatin' then you ain't do what you said you gon' do My sh*t so timeless, I could drop a song recorded ten years ago and fans gon' think that it's new Yeah, I made this for you, it's true And the "You" stands for YouTube type beats And I'm the 2021 new-school Spike Lee And who knew I'd be On a new move 'cause you too shiesty That's facts, them true colors Ice cold out the island like it's cool runners Even if you blood, bet he countin' up them blue hundreds Arms folded, G Herbo freestyle in the "Who Run it" Who want it? I want it Do something, yeah They gon' try to call a draw We need new judges Toly my n***a Rick get off that lean, but he don't use crutches Yeah, that's how you do brothers when you brothers and you love 'em Yeah, word Fightin' with my sister got me hurtin' She crazy I know The process like ice cream and soda, I'm stayin' afloat Grandmother died from too much stress and it gave her a stroke And if that ever happened to my Moms, it might make me explode Stay on the road, just make sure you payin' your tolls If not, they'll mail the ticket to you to pay it from home. yeah And note to all my youngins, don't stay on that phone And don't stop growin' Even when you start sayin' you grown, yo Who are you to avoid to be hated but known? You ain't alone, they even hit Jesus' face with a stone They ain't gon' miss me 'til I say that I'm gone So I'm sayin' I'm gone I'm gone
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