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[verse 1]
i ain’t got no mothaf-ckin’ friends
i’m comin’ down, real slow in the benz
lookin’ at these suckers through these cartier lens
reachin’ out to god, hope he overlook my sins
clear sunroofs open up to feel the wind
feelin’ like khaled, tell them all i do is win
only countin’ racks if they comin’ by the tens
whole world watchin’ cause they know i’m settin’ trends
[?], b-tch i’m bout it
streets locked, b-tch i got it
see me lose, b-tch i doubt it
i’ma check somethin’, no deposit
villains comin’ out the closet, probably cause they know i’m solid
i ain’t good [?], i’ma take flight like a pilot
like big mo, i was chose
like derrick, how i rose
my money long, i expose
like jay-z changing clothes
i build traps like [?]
i’m still with it, think i’m froze
i’m heavy with it, nothin’ light
[?]

[verse 2]
i’m back at it, nothin’ safe
bout ten summer, played the race
don’t get mad, fix your face
jump all [?]

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