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Paid my dues
Ain't get on my knees
Ain't using a nigga for beats
Or a lease
Or a feature
I handle my own like a G
Put me on a song and it beam up
Best believe I can step your whole team up
Take all my opponents in two's
Uh
It was passed curfew
Cut the lights off
Loudest in the room with the mic off
Tweaking off the life that I made for myself
Tell me how it feel to take the night off
Back up on my bully, yo
In the studio
Watch your step and how you moving, yo
Don't be stupid, bro
Nowadays, I'm living stupid, yo
Yeah, I'm God-body but I always keep the toolies, yo
Yeah, I'm God-body but I'm always down to choose a-
Moving fluent, bro
Like I'm out here moving units, bro
Yeah, she natural
Melanin is made of goodies, bro
Call me Trayvon Martin cuz I always keep the hoodies on
But don't test your luck or we dumping like we slimey
Shawty's eyes low like she was Chinese
With her bestfriend
She look like Siamese
If it's AERT CLUB, then a failure is unlikely
Yea, unlikey
I'm in a bag bigger than a nigga with a 6x on
Might step on
These peons like a pedal
Put it to the metal
All you hear is
If they try to come for me, it's up from start to finish
That's just how I'm feeling
Ride off in the distance
Oh, lord
It's way too hot in here
Can't wait for the smoke to clear
But even then, I still can't see the competition
Where it's at?
Point 'em out
I can boss you up if you really bout it
Nevermind
I just thought about it
(Bring the bad vibes when I walk through)
I can make a nigga from Hawaii ride to 318
Have him eating Southern Classic Chicken
With a cherry soda on the riverbank
It's a dinner date
Hop right back on the interstate
Got a little show at like se'm, eight
See ya man in the front row
Look him in his eyes
Make him concentrate on me
One song leave you lonely
Don't try my hand
Cuz it gets bad
Ain't no one-up's on me
Don't ask for a second chance
Ion wanna hear it
Leave me 'lone please
I know you see how I came up
This here aint free
I paid my dues
Ain't get on my knees
Ain't using a nigga for beats
Or a lease
Or a feature
I handle my own like a G
Put me on a song and it beam up
Best believe I can step your whole team up
Take all my opponents in two's
Erica, Tina
And I bet I aint lifting a finger
WRITERS
Atira Davis, Michael Armstead
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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