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Clipse/Tyler/ The Creator/Pusha T/Malice
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POV kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south, then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content, then they tries that
Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back
I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?
All I see is sixty-day stars and twenty-year thousandaires
Not enough shoppin', whole lot of browsing there's
My reinvention, I know you thinking, "How's it fair?"
You stream kings, but you'll never fit a crowd in there
Supreme team parallels when the powder clears
I seen things that I'm still not even proud to share
You Zeus network bitches, you hear me loud and clear
Get these fifty-five hundred a host and niggas out of here
Sand color Rolls-Royce, we like Saudis here
The only Audi here is driven by my au pair
Ghostface with the wrist, bird falconer
Willy Falcon, trunk full of talcum here
Shotgun with your ex, feels like Malcolm's near
Send a hit through a text, ain't no shouting here
Bypass MIA, too much kraut in there
I spent summers with connects, love that mountain air
POV kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south, then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content, then they tries that
Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back
I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at? (Yeah, okay)
Call me Mr. Brella how I weather the storm (Yeah)
At forty-three milli', I peel off like an orange (Vroom)
I got deaf and blind bitches tryna see what it do (That's funny)
Lil' feature niggas threaten to sue (That's funny)
Tell your lawyer to set the fee (Send it)
LaFerrari doors open up like it's therapy (Uh)
That number ain't bread to me (It's yours)
That million is crumbs, you bitches is bums
I'm not a tough guy, I'm a fly boy, them bees get you stung
Oh, nah, nah, nah, yeah, they will buzz for me
Tricky niggas puzzle me
I could never buy a bitch a Birkin 'cause she pussy me (Uh)
I got homes I ain't sleep in, the options
My niggas push, keep dirty white moving like mosh pits
They watching, I'm like white piss the way I pop shit
I need God to play the lead in my biopic (Hahaha)
The curse of the zeros
Where you become the devil or the tap-dancing negro
I came to terms that I'ma probably outgrow my hero
Come get with me
POV kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south, then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content, then they tries that
Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back
I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?
If they had to weigh the operation, call it obese
I mix it like Mahomes, then I tell 'em go deep
The ragtop drop, playing hide and go seek
The Bentley leather match the pipe and that's the motif
Just to think I built a rap career off an OZ
I'm watching new niggas rap just to OD
If I didn't give you both sides, I wouldn't be me
I was the only one to walk away and really be free
As far as I'm concerned, I do really be he
I can open up my closet with the skeleton key
If I lied to myself, I could sell it to me
I done sung along with rappers I never believed
Came back for the money, that's the devil in me
Had to hide it from the church, that's the Jekyll in me
I never thought twice what the pressure would be
'Cause nigga, change look just like oppression to me
POV kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south, then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content, then they tries that
Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back
I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?
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