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Nah for real, nah for real, man. I'ma make sure they see the Bottega. I'ma make sure they see it. Hey. Make see it. Nah for real, dawg. Mm-hmm. I'ma make sure they see the Bottega. I'm in LA, ball like a Laker. Niggas hatin', but Kobe the taker. I just do it for Kobe, I ball. Prom club, I don't shop at the mall. Prom club, passin' the ball. I get money, I pray to Allah. Niggas hatin' say I do a lot. I be prayin' I'm makin' Salat. Try my luck how I play at the slot. My lil' bitch wanna go to the salon. Got me actin' like Richie Bronson. That rich shit really cost. My diamonds way awesome. I'm rollin' the dice, I toss 'em. I was hatin' at nights, I lost it. Yeah, the life I live too awesome. And the folks 'round me too raw. Ain't nothin', nigga gon' boss up. I been seein' things that they not. I been seein' things that they not. Show the back, post up with a vibe. I don't see nothin' below a nine. See a check, yeah, I fuck it up. When it rain, yeah, hop in the truck. Yeah, I hop in the truck. Spendin' racks in The gettin' back, yeah. Used be somethin', now I treat it like nothin'. You dumb as fuck if you think I let Up. Steppin' on everything, this run, Yeah. Man, fuck you niggas. If you in this shit, this fun. Fuck them boys. Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'. We tote them toys. That shit that make that noise. Big rack on Rick Owen. Wear slim fit, Ralph Lauren. In my lane, keep sleep. Say prayer a young nigga been done. I'm bad bitch fiend. If I buy her, they come. So cut my lean. Ain't tryin' for nothin'. I pop me a bean. I pull up on Her with the sun. I got some racks in My jeans. Four pocket, pull up on that type Of run. Hey, Bitch, you know the Drama the one. Bitch, you know the Drama the one. Hey, I hit from the back, get it done. Hey, the chain on my neck cost a M. Hey, the chain on my neck weigh a ton. Hey, want talks? We can talk about the money. Hey, I'm gettin' these racks by the month. Hey, I'm havin' these racks by the day. Hey, I had me a car in the Wraith. Hey, I switched for a R8 Fletcher. This drop like a Harley Baby. I play the guitar, coochie. I leave and put her in Gucci. On the camera, we makin' a movie. On the camera, we makin' a film. Fucked the bitch and I got it on film. I went up and I got it on film. I put that on my homie, on them. I just dropped me a table, four M. I just got out the motherfuckin' deal. I ain't lyin', I'm keepin' it real. Nigga try it, I'm catch and kill. I'm too tired of drama for real. That's why I say, "Nah, for real."