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What?
Uh, yeah, uh, West, West, West, West, uh.
You think, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah.
You think you made me, well go make me again. You think you hate me, you gon' hate me for real.
I think you shady, I'm not shakin' your hand.
Ah, you think I'm crazy, tryna play me again. You think you made me, well go make me again.
You think you hate me, you gon' hate me for real.
I think you shady, I'm not shakin' your hand.
Ah, you think I'm crazy, tryna play me again.
Yeah, go 'head and get 'em off me.
I'm from the city where they scar your face like Zilla caught me.
They do you dirty, it's some killers stompin', really raunchy. Them drums bangin', you can hear 'em thumpin'.
Them niggas thought I had some dilla on me.
To be honest, all the fakes around me shinin' likes some fish and zombies pissin' off me. No complaints when I get distant on 'em.
Just know it's strengths that I restraint, I can't be riskin' all my shit.
Get out the booth and stick my legs up. The wayside with spare nugs, a booth that I ain't flare up.
My shoe caught the air, now my shoes what they stare up.
I flew past the moon, we had a cool conversation, she enthused with my setup. I'm blue, kinda fed up.
I choose how I get to move, but still crackers wanna see me lose and I ain't let up. My mood got to crackin' out the boom.
Now I'm stackin', I'm gon' move her out the hood and tell them pussy niggas, "Catch up.
” You think you made me, well go make me again.
You think you hate me, you gon' hate me for real.
I think you shady, I'm not shakin' your hand.
Ah, you think I'm crazy, tryna play me again.
You think you made me, well go make me again.
You think you hate me, you gon' hate me for real.
I think you shady, I'm not shakin' your hand.
Ah, you think I'm crazy, tryna play me again.
Motherfuckers be like, "God is beyond man's understanding," but let me tell you about God, though. The fuck outta here, is he beyond our understanding?
Or do you know every fuckin' thing?
'Cause you're not livin' out here, let God actually tell -you what God is thinkin'— -Right.
And what God will do and what God won't do. Who the fuck is you, nigga?
You know what, it's like this— God told me to take— Go 'head and tell your bitch-ass man, 'cause he got my number directly, ho-ass nigga.
So look— If God is all that, the fuck is we talkin' 'bout, nigga? Smack.