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Yeah. You already know what it man. It's so motherfucking smooth. It's so motherfucking lavish. It's that luxury music. Yeah. Missing flights on the daily, Promoters probably hate me. But it's money in the V and I got Hoes who really pay me. Coachella both weeks, so you know I don't sleep. Beard looking like Ross, this the life of a Boss. First class, all floss. Never did a private jet, but I'm a nigga Out the checks. Just a nigga out the West. Every time I hit the stage, you know I Do it for the set. For the set, for The money, I ain't worried 'bout the sex. Rarely ever fuck with work unless she bringing such A check. Something that'll take me out to London, Shopping in the ends. Right side how I'm driving, Still hopping out the Benz. The Benz, that's my homie, if I said it, Then we friends. Fake niggas taking pictures with Rappers they barely met. Barely met. Stunt for the 'gram like, "Nigga, you Thirty-six." Oh, Y still thugging with niggas who Politic. No fly zone for niggas who claim 'em But never rep. Rep. Yeah. Yeah. Yo. Look. My mind travel on some first class shit. If I get high, I catch a red eye. Fly young nigga in bed-stuy. Raised out in Flatbush, Brooklyn the jungle. Never lost one, I be moving like I won Two. Got one, Y'all niggas hot, you promoting, what You gon' do? Us so solid, we tell them Hoes come through. You out here, but we outchea. I mean really outchea, like we tired of sitting. Playing games with the cash like we tired of Living. Got this shit laced up like I'm tired Of tripping. I meditate, you was never great if They never hate. While you building, niggas stare 'til you elevate. And try to meet you on the top floor When you high G. Claiming they was with you At the bottom, that's a lie B. Lie Life's a movie, we do this shit properly. Shorty pulling on my shirt, that's a thotty. Thotty. And peace to my West Coast niggas. I hit up J. Worthy, he gon' school me On the pimping. Must admit, in a past life I was simping. Let her spend the night, even Homer like a Simpson. But now the kid cold like Dreamville. Niggas call me Stro when I beat kill. Reek skill, I don't do much, I just speak Chill. Say the word, fuck the long sentence, free Meek Mill. Free Stim. Stupid ones just can't see our shit. It's Stro and J. Worthy, B-I-S.