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If you could see us all, yeah, 20/20 vision
I ain't competing with nobody, I'm tryna beat the system
You want the finer things in life, you gotta be consistent
You tryna take the world on, you need a bigger pistol
Even with the flash, you think they get the picture?
Me and Zay just locked in, b*t*h, we really n***as
Sandbox in them trenches, we was really in them
Everything we talk about, b*t*h we really live it

Let me tell you how we up
Put diamonds on my chain, now these hoes can't get еnough
Just copped the CLS, bro said I should've coppеd the truck
Now I wear designer, and don't care it get a scuff
Fell back off designer, but I love McQueens
Real street n***a with some sense, I'm what these b*t*hes dream
Bro just dropped like two fours, he think he Kobe Bean
They want my spot, but I'm just chilling where I'm 'posed to be
(Huh)

They gon' treat a n***a different when I pull up in that Masi
Before I had a hit, them people booked me for a homi'
Can't find behind no tint, I told the n***a they could find me
Consistent with the rap, I had to conversate with Ghazi
I'm really from the streets, I'm what the people need
I'm tryna show mine in a different, I'm tryna quit the lean
I probably rock the black Forces with the Ksubi jeans
And I don't really do the gang, I'm coming with the team

I say free my brother fast, they gave him double life
Dreams of my n***as plottin' keep me up at night
They killed my n***a, double back, it was only right
I really had to put in work, didn't happen over night

Been road-runnin' all year, I'm just tryna beat the system
Keep the dead alive so my n***as know we miss 'em
I had to cut some b*t*hes off 'cause they ain't wanna see the vision
I was moving on emotions, it was clouding my decisions
I had to cut some family off even though I still love 'em
I let some opps breathe even though it's still f**k 'em
And I'm still f**king on these hoes even though I can't trust 'em
These VV diamonds looking good, but you know you can't touch 'em

And I can't even sleep, I'm at war with my confidence
Maybe 'cause I been through a lot of sh*t
Dragged through the mud
A lot of money, I don't got a lot of love, ayy
But f**k love, love can't buy that brand new Benz that I drive
I don't need new fake friends inside
Cute change, diamonds on Rollies and Cuban links, they bling
Who are you to judge me and who am I to blame?
(Who are you to judge me and who am I to blame?)

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