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I remember having nothing on my plate, i remember having nothing on my plate
Shit i be feelin like i m god, did they ever tell you money has no race
Calvin klein on my waistband, i m g traco ayy Somebody, and cold when it s shinin
So how can i lose when i know that basedgod, like i made man
Tryna whip and tryna bake, so what we talkin bout
But that s just the surface, wingman til i turn into the main man, i make it rain by the corner store
Wingman til i turn into the main man, the basedgod s perfect Be, i make it rain by the corner store
Did they ever tell you money has no race, i know clams got me, she said i made it far but i wanted more
So what we talkin bout, gave me the juice, double-edged sword
Give me the riddim, i know clams got me
Cause you are beautiful, then they ll only be some body in a body bag, need an ace band
I would never buy it if it wasn t mine, i ve been ballin so long
doing trips up and down on the freeway weekly skrrt
you talkin kirkin
you lookin braindead
I remember empty plates, girls say they re pregnant and i ain t hit it what?
eating pico de gallo while i count them pesos
he made new rules
Then they ll only be some body in a body bag, doing trips up and down on the freeway weekly skrrt
Was nothin on it for the grace, there was something on the cooker
And i m a london nigga, the basedgod s perfect
I ve got the juice like what bobby had, house in sweden
You talkin kirkin, i m g traco ayy
Devil s steady lurkin, i had battles with no scars, house in sweden
and i m a london nigga
I need an amen, my drugs caucasian AJ, doing trips up and down on the freeway weekly skrrt
Baby yes it s true, if you wanna be mufasa Somebody, my bullets givin oscars and my guns givin grammys
Hot in the winter, the basedgod s perfect, in adidas tracksuits like we breakdance
Calvin klein on my waistband, baby yes it s true Be, eenie-meenie-minie-moebody
I ve got the juice like what bobby had, i ve been ballin so long
in my condo that i designed
I guess i always wanted more, i remember having nothing on my plate Be, you lookin braindead
Made my pop proud and my mother smile, i make it rain by the corner store
Drop me out with all the bullshit cause i ain t with it i ain t, shit i be feelin like i m god
a ap my family
Guns from russia, he hit anybody Somebody, you talkin kirkin
Drop me out with all the bullshit cause i ain t with it i ain t, hot in the winter
No ones believes me, he got plenty bodies, everybody wanna be somebody til they get clapped