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I fucked around and broke my fucking scale. I fucked around and bought the bitch Chanel. I fucked around and missed the fucking mail. I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for Real. Ayy. I Ain't rapping, bitch, I this shit for real. Ayy. I ain't rapping, Bitch, I do this shit for real. Ayy. Why the fuck you playing with me? Why the fuck you niggas hating? I could still fuck your bitch. Okay, that's probably why they hating. All my cars foreign, I got everything I need. Nigga, fuck the rap game. Got a white bitch out in Brisbane. She was at the door when them bricks came. I got a trap house and my whip game. I'm a criminal, I got six names. I got a big house in my bitch name. Got a great white in my fish tank. Hit the trap first, then I broke the bitch. Then I hit the weed and I switched lanes. In my Y3, sipping champagne and my bust down Cost thirty K. Got a hundred rounds on that Big thing. Nigga, fuck aim, I ain't gotta aim. Took a road trip with eight things. When I touched down, made hella cake. You a fuck nigga, we can't hang. Nigga, TFM be the gang, man. All this soul dope, all the same hoes. Fuck the radio, they ain't gotta play me, nigga, Ayy. I fucked around and broke my fucking scale. I fucked around and bought the bitch Chanel. I fucked around and missed the fucking mail. I ain't rapping, bitch, this shit for real. Ayy. I Ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real. Ayy. I ain't rapping, Bitch, I do this shit for real. Ayy. I'm a genius, motherfucker. And the cleanest motherfucker. Hollering, "Free my lil' brother," 'til I see my Lil' brother. Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? Speaking English, motherfucker. All that garbage probably now. Eat a penis, motherfucker. I'm the best that ever did it, still doing It and living. While these sucker niggas, they Pretending I'm the best that ever done it, still Doing it and winning. You know we in the Building when a nigga own the city strip club, Throwing money to the ceiling. I stood out, I could never have a feeling. I broke denial, Bent the limit. These niggas lied when they told Me sky was the limit. I kept my eyes On the prize and the price was to kill It. Million in the high rise with my eyes On the city. A sucker nigga try, he could Die any minute. Why they like, "Ride or die," For your style, I'ma kill it. And every night, look at me now, boy, rhythm. Where I come from, I make it here. Straight from the dirt, there no motherfucker say he Spitting that G shit like this here, yeah. I fucked around and broke my fucking scale. I fucked around and bought the bitch Chanel. I fucked around and missed the fucking mail. I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for Real. Ayy. I Ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real. Ayy. I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for Real. Ayy.
Larry June, Derrick Coleman — 4Real
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