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Ay

I can tell you how it is, but I know you not gonna like the truth

Speak what's on your mind so you can tell me what's enticing you

I could throw the Xan back quick like my own vices do

Champagne in the back seat, how I like to move (like to move)

Benz truck, not a taxi, know I'm ridin' too (ridin' too)

I could show you how to make 4000 in an afternoon (afternoon, uh, uh)

Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make a new excuse (Yeah)

Gettin' money with the whole team is what I like to do (Oh, oh, oh)

You just 'boutta hold me back, that's why I lied to you (Oh, oh, oh)

Yellow like the color of my shoes, that's how I'm steppin' in (Oh, oh)

No, you can't get into the TMS residence (Oh, oh)

C—Craig Green all up on the floor, not no dead presidents (Oh, oh)

Oh my, I lost my head again, hope I don't step in it (Oh, oh)

Throw back another 15 pills just for the sedatives (Oh, oh)

This shit too repetitive

I promise you're not gettin' it, like (Oh, oh)

No, I promise, I never wanted to be a star

Look me in the eyes and tell me who you really are (who you are)

Rolls Royce in LES, just put that bitch in park

I'm just tryna spread my message 'fore I make a quick depart

('Part, part, oh my God)

It's running back again, I'm tryna set the bar (Backstage)

But I can't see a thing, I swear it's gettin' dark (Yohji)

All up on my toe while my bro steps in Clarks

Rolls (yeah, yeah), I'm tryna make my mark (Oh, yeah)

I lost it, I think we the trending topic, yeah (Yeah)

Want it then you got it, I put money all on top of ya (Yeah)

Can't do it without 'em, I swear I just need, like, all of ya

Play up in the front, shoot the three, now I'm ballin', yeah (Three)

I made 20 bands, 20 bands, off the wake-up (Oh, oh, yeah)

It don't make no sense how you can't get your cake up (Oh, oh, yeah)

I know that's too sad, that's too bad, stay awake, up (Oh, oh, yeah)

I know that you sad, they not real

Just like Steak-umms (Oh, oh, yeah)

It's too bad I pace 'em, I count every second (Oh, oh)

My lil' bro tryna teach a lesson, grab the Smith & Wesson (Oh, oh)

Told me "Please just give me a lil' second

I'm 'bout to answer your question" (Oh, oh)

You can't help me, then shut up, I'm tryna spread my message (Oh, oh)

Ay

I can tell you how it is, but I know you not gonna like the truth

Speak what's on your mind so you can tell me what's enticing you

I could throw the Xan back quick like my own vices do

Champagne in the back seat, how I like to move (like to move)

Benz truck, not a taxi, know I'm ridin' too (ridin' too)

I could show you how to make 4000 in an afternoon (afternoon, uh, uh)

Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make a new excuse (Yeah)