Just dropped the album now they fiending' for another shipment
Tom cruising in a 6 through your city on another mission
Rollin loud in someone's subdivision
Wit his bitch riding shotgun
She leave you then that's her decision
My nigga hate the game
And hate to play us in it
Just Don't hate the players in
I hope that they offended
Naked women tip toein round the crib
That's the way I'm livin
I been on a wave
I plan to stay consistent
Still don't need they assistance
Nigga F*ck all the comparisons
And all they predictions
It's still a lot of shit to say before I pray for forgiveness
These bitches think that we label mates
Tell me I'm stingy with my 808s
Like I don't know that shit
Now that it's labels all on my heels like some ankle weights
I gotta change the pace
The table turned dawg I just happened to stay in place
Yea
If life was spades
This is how it'd feel play a ace
Foreign car
Crib came wit gates
The Europeans have amazing taste
Copping all the shit that ain't in states
They copy all the shit I do they shit just ain't as great
Everything is A.1
Now we can raise the stakes
I be watching all Niggas make the same mistakes
On a daily base
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Just dropped the album now they fiending' for another shipment
Tom cruising in a 6 through your city on another mission
Rollin loud in someone's subdivision
Wit his bitch riding shotgun
She leave you then that's her decision
My nigga hate the game
And hate to play us in it
Just Don't hate the players in
I hope that they offended
Naked women tip toein round the crib
That's the way I'm livin
I been on a wave
I plan to stay consistent
Still don't need they assistance
Nigga F*ck all the comparisons
And all they predictions
It's still a lot of shit to say before I pray for forgiveness
These bitches think that we label mates
Tell me I'm stingy with my 808s
Like I don't know that shit
Now that it's labels all on my heels like some ankle weights
I gotta change the pace
The table turned dawg I just happened to stay in place
Yea
If life was spades
This is how it'd feel play a ace
Foreign car
Crib came wit gates
The Europeans have amazing taste
Copping all the shit that ain't in states
They copy all the shit I do they shit just ain't as great
Everything is A.1
Now we can raise the stakes
I be watching all Niggas make the same mistakes
On a daily base
Tom cruising in a 6 through your city on another mission
Rollin loud in someone's subdivision
Wit his bitch riding shotgun
She leave you then that's her decision
My nigga hate the game
And hate to play us in it
Just Don't hate the players in
I hope that they offended
Naked women tip toein round the crib
That's the way I'm livin
I been on a wave
I plan to stay consistent
Still don't need they assistance
Nigga F*ck all the comparisons
And all they predictions
It's still a lot of shit to say before I pray for forgiveness
These bitches think that we label mates
Tell me I'm stingy with my 808s
Like I don't know that shit
Now that it's labels all on my heels like some ankle weights
I gotta change the pace
The table turned dawg I just happened to stay in place
Yea
If life was spades
This is how it'd feel play a ace
Foreign car
Crib came wit gates
The Europeans have amazing taste
Copping all the shit that ain't in states
They copy all the shit I do they shit just ain't as great
Everything is A.1
Now we can raise the stakes
I be watching all Niggas make the same mistakes
On a daily base
Writer: Timothy Wilson
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