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If you don't know better Dudes will have you think struggling is cool But when I write a bar, I can already see my dream Car and pool in the backyard, what the fuck is a carpool? Not for me and my spouse, when you heard me say I need a lift I meant the elevator in my house Sweet (?) last resort, I'm into ownership Finesse god, SS (?), I'm bout to own the ship And never saw me in no boardroom dancing Still scooped that advance and dropped it on a mansion Off eating rappers, I guess my diet is plant-based These fools keep popping up with buzzers you can't trace Don't trip if they lame, ain't gotta disappear Don't diss, appear just as quick as they came While I'm kicking back, checking my Chase app It's clicking, money in my name like A$AP Probably switch ya style once they hit the scene I been this way since Yam$ was managing me at my fifteen Ya'll dojers and martyrs get a C on the test I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best I got bread as sweet as spanx, salt and freshwater fishtanks Plenty of well-wishers and thanks, ample hate too Give em attention, man I'd hate to Father forgive em, for they know not what they spew What they really wanna do is replace you, that's a factoid Love to trade places and play alongside Aykroyd The golden child with these joints I cleverly kill, stop Who you s'posed to be, Beverly Hills Cop? Give a damn if it's panned by the critics You wanna get analytic? They still got they hands on my diddick Ho, got on a minute ago Ever since Riddick Bowe Parties been thrown at my home for all the fights, they tight I keep a chick harder to pull than Parliament Lights And work with all them old legends like Harlem Nights More characters than Coming to America Leave and come back like boomerang Losers start another rumor, dang Now they saying I fuck with feet Wasn't doing this when I was killing them as buckwheat Dropped delirious and raw, asking why I don't do more When you've done enough, you can afford to do little I'm talking more breaks than Clyde Stubblefield We cooling out, it's more chill on Bubble Hill
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