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Yeah. You think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress y'all?
If y'all knew what I thought about y'all, it would depress y'all.
At times, I wanna respond to the hate, even address y'all, but y'all don't got no address.
How the fuck I'ma address y'all? Niggas keep stealing my swag, okay, I'll let y'all.
I did not respectfully decline, I said, "Fuck no!
" Y'all must be smoking on EST Gee's fentanyl. Hands to the sky, fuck no.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo. Yellow Evisu like I'm working for McDonald's.
Posted on O-Nat, I make a play out in McDonough.
Niggas still in high school making jokes just like your mama.
Niggas still respectfully tell on you like, "Your honor. " Got hella hoes, but still got the same hoe, I'm like Obama. I'm like
Stitch, all these hoes wanna be in my family like Ohana.
I'm not rich, I'm just still tryna feed my family out in Ghana.
Me no pick, I just step back on these hoes like Wembanyama. That's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I ain't got no time to be kicking and politicking with King Herod.
You niggas got rich and still sell power like King Jerry.
My opps don't have fans, so when they dissed me, I didn't hear it. Shit, I didn't clear it.
Though I ride through the valley, the shadow of death hovers me. How could I be scared when the Spirit of God covers me?
You think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress y'all?
If y'all knew what I thought about y'all, it would depress y'all.
At times, I wanna respond to the hate, even address y'all, but y'all don't got no address.
How the fuck I'ma address y'all? Niggas keep stealing my swag, okay, I'll let y'all.
I did not respectfully decline, I said, "Fuck no! " Y'all must be smoking on EST Gee's fentanyl.
Hands to -the sky, fuck no. -This shit too hard.
Lighting a cigar while hopping out of a two-door.
You think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress y'all? Read a couple chapters real quick, then get my stretch on.
Now later, at the bungalow, my game strong. I ain't really got no time to play no games, bro.
Everything different, everything efficient, everything hitting.
Money in accounts, that gang itching. Nothing in the house, I move different. A nine-eleven
Porsche with the deviated stitching.
I might spend time with the bitch, but never tricking. I only got nine on the hit, but it's consistent.
You little niggas tripping. I told her, "Stop talking and do the dishes.
" I'm colder than a glass of orange juice in the fridge. She whipping up an egg white omelet with the spinach.
I'm pulling up in something that's exotic, not a rental.
It's Hey, ay, ay, ay, ay, -ay, dang.
-You think I'm wearing all this fly shit just to impress y'all?
If y'all knew what I thought about y'all, it would depress y'all.
At times, I wanna respond to the hate, even address y'all, but y'all don't got no address. How the fuck I'ma address y'all? Niggas keep stealing my swag, okay,
I'll let y'all. I did not respectfully decline, I said, "Fuck no!
" -Fuck y'all.
-Y'all must be smoking on EST Gee's fentanyl. Hands to the sky, fuck no.