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Lately I've been staying in my own lane
Cause the man from the H won't stop
Chasin' money cars pussy and fame
'Till the Day ALL YOU FUCKS GET DROPPED

Tell me tell me what the hell you even thinkin
About f*ckin with The KID
Your a let down
Act like you got money
Your still broke though
And WE ALL KNOWW

DIE
You and all your gucci
Prada bags from china
Desire for designers
Lookin at your neck thought you said that shit was diamonds
Thought you was dripping water where's your jeweler I can't find him

Got these models blowing O's
Papa johns with the sauce n dough

The feelin when I step in is electric
Like you have never seen this
Guess you didn't make the guest list

Lately I've been staying in my own lane
Cause the man from the H won't stop
Chasin' money cars pussy and fame
'Till the Day ALL YOU FUCKS GET DROPPED

Tell me tell me what the hell you even thinkin
About f*ckin with The KID
Your a let down
Act like you got money
Your still broke though
And WE ALL KNOWW

Got some old friends takin shots at my name
Out of sight out of mind out of frame
No dreaming just sittin in a dark abyss
Watch my answers fall out the darkness

Ooo yeah
Pop the Tag
Fill up the Bag
Hop in the Mazi

Ooo yeah
Need that in cash
Don't give me a check
We don't like Deposits

JESUS CHRIST HOW SHE MOVE THAT ASS ITS JUST FIRE
But she'll never know what i need the most

Lately I've been staying in my own lane
Cause the man from the H won't stop
Chasin' money cars pussy and fame
'Till the Day ALL YOU FUCKS GET DROPPED

Tell me tell me what the hell you even thinkin
About f*ckin with The KID
Your a let down
Act like you got money
Your still broke though
And WE ALL KNOWW
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Lately I've been staying in my own lane
Cause the man from the H won't stop
Chasin' money cars pussy and fame
'Till the Day ALL YOU FUCKS GET DROPPED

Tell me tell me what the hell you even thinkin
About f*ckin with The KID
Your a let down
Act like you got money
Your still broke though
And WE ALL KNOWW

DIE
You and all your gucci
Prada bags from china
Desire for designers
Lookin at your neck thought you said that shit was diamonds
Thought you was dripping water where's your jeweler I can't find him

Got these models blowing O's
Papa johns with the sauce n dough

The feelin when I step in is electric
Like you have never seen this
Guess you didn't make the guest list

Lately I've been staying in my own lane
Cause the man from the H won't stop
Chasin' money cars pussy and fame
'Till the Day ALL YOU FUCKS GET DROPPED

Tell me tell me what the hell you even thinkin
About f*ckin with The KID
Your a let down
Act like you got money
Your still broke though
And WE ALL KNOWW

Got some old friends takin shots at my name
Out of sight out of mind out of frame
No dreaming just sittin in a dark abyss
Watch my answers fall out the darkness

Ooo yeah
Pop the Tag
Fill up the Bag
Hop in the Mazi

Ooo yeah
Need that in cash
Don't give me a check
We don't like Deposits

JESUS CHRIST HOW SHE MOVE THAT ASS ITS JUST FIRE
But she'll never know what i need the most

Lately I've been staying in my own lane
Cause the man from the H won't stop
Chasin' money cars pussy and fame
'Till the Day ALL YOU FUCKS GET DROPPED

Tell me tell me what the hell you even thinkin
About f*ckin with The KID
Your a let down
Act like you got money
Your still broke though
And WE ALL KNOWW
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Writer: DAVID VINCENT WILLIAMS, DONALD EDMOND ROLLINS, JOHN SCOTT SHERRILL
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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