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It's 7 on the upside of 8 and we're still in the motion Right here with the Black Experience In Sound And let it be known right now, E-Town Rhe first lady in my life brought forth the magic and the continuation of T.E.D.D.Y. On the junior side. That's right If I don't get ya, my son will It's Duke Wildhead in the building right now I got my afro pick stuck in my hair right now I think I'm Huey in this bitch Yeah, all to the beat, though One, two, run through Like I didn't wanna hear three go All for my people working in the back Waiting for the bus at the depot Sipping on vino, pinot grigio Staying low-key, that's how we roll Tougher than Deebo on the block Hotter than beach, Puerto Rico One life to live like C-Bo Wanna stay dipped in Moschino Might see a nigga on Vevo Might hear the G flow on Rinse FM, getting reloads Rock for the c-notes Speak like a keynote Know I got queens in the east coast Freaks in the west, freakum dress Talk dirty, but I always rock clean clothes Living off rap Whole team giving me dap Like I just shot a free throw So much cash in my crib like I live in BMO Got a young nigga going beast mode Old-school like Game Genie Winning with this shit but I didn't use a cheat code Cheap ass, running for the repo Man, damn, just got your Jeep towed All those comments, delete those Don't give a fuck what you see, bro Don't give a fuck what you tweet, bro Not really rushing to see I got stuff to complete, so hold up Got so much dough, it won't fold up Did it with my team, no one control us No one can hold us or mold us or scold us Shine like we’re coated in gold dust, you know what? Yeah, I own this And like always, you know I'm on my own shit Got my own team and we write our own hits Need my own AP on my own wrist Tryna raise my salary, get my family what they need No time to sleep, I ain't out here counting sheep Money coming slow, gotta bring it up to speed I'ma be my own man, won't let nobody own me Y'all niggas know my nickname Like Birdman knows Rich Gang I'm making the funk like Rick James You're fakin' the funk like Chris Gaines Big and black like Ving Rhames In Olympic Stade like Tim Raines Like MJ, got six rings Rock thin chains, ain’t shit changed Give a fuck what your list say I be the shit in this game I spit flames, I been strange Got sick range I sing, rap and I mix things, let me explain Young nigga workin', got shit to gain No bigger purpose, just switch the frame I flip the game tryna get the fame I'm with this dame on Biscayne On a layover, won't stay sober It ain't snowing, laying low Better lay lower, it ain't over Put you on ice like Kem CoBa I'm a king cobra Arch my back, got big shoulders I'll give you something to flip over I'm a real soldier Yeah, I own this And like always, you know I'm on my own shit Got my own team and we write our own hits Need my own AP on my own wrist Tryna raise my salary, get my family what they need No time to sleep, I ain't out here counting sheep Money coming slow, gotta bring it up to speed I'ma be my own man, won't let nobody own me Tryna raise my salary, get my family what they need No time to sleep, I ain't out here counting sheep Money coming slow, gotta bring it up to speed I'ma be my own man, won't let nobody own me Emancipated And damn, they hate it I got here all on my own feet I won’t let nobody own me I got here all on my own feet I won’t let nobody own me
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