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Linda Records
If my passion ain't going right can't focus on no hoe
Pocket full a bank you know how it go
Living fast don't give a f*ck about no honor roll
My dawg next level he can weight a 3.5 with his eyes close
Walk up in the wrong crib get hit with a snob nose
Seen it all It made me who I am
Feel like M.J the way I'm jumpin out the f*cking gym
Girl I'm one of one don't you ever compare me to them
Eyes straight ahead girl I'm never looking in the rear
You f*cking with the flyest nigga out
They like how the f*ck AP make it out the drought
I don't even know her my name stay up in her mouth
Out in jersey Pradas 7-5 no tax in & out
Trying catch me you gone lose boy I put that shit on moms
Imma kill 'em
I'mma villain
I'mma demon
Swear to god
(Come On)
Ain't no catchin me good burger got the sauce got the recipe
Boy I'm from the east side of Detroit ain't no checkin me
Heating up on these n*ggas talking 3rd degree
You think I give a f*ck about a hater he promoting me
Brave Soul everything you know this shit stay on me
Can't roc nothing else that's a thousand dollar fee
Forever Linda Records Boy ain't no signing me
(F*ck outta here)
I was at the bottom of the bottom heating up
Dusse in my cup sticky in my blunt
She like AP you good naw baby I'm stuck
I'm just tryin get pape run these got damn numbers up
Feel like willie Beamon throwing up in the huddle up
These n*gas can't see me oh they mad throwing shots
Got so many flows every song switch it up lil bra
Foot on they neck make show they never sleep on us
Yeah
You know how I do
You f*ckin with the one I never number two I'm never in the mix
I'm out here making moves
If you knew what I knew
You be out here getting to it to
AP the f*ckin Hot Lord I'm nothing like these fools
Bet the bag on my self I collect all the revenue
I show these f*ckers how to move
You f*ckin with the realest dude
Looking in the mirror I'm my only competition fool
Just know that
Yeah