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Dot: "Nigga we ain"t out here taking shortcuts. It's all kings, no pawns." Verse 1: Now this what my niggas wanna hear Me crossing all of the lines We can go eye for eye till everybody is blind But I'm here to crack the blinds so all my niggas can shine Let me take my time None of the shit that I be seeing feeling elite to me This summer, niggas signing NDA's to speak with me Your number get pulled/pool'd like a uber boy I fucked the ivy league bitches and I know the shooters boy It's all about balance I'mma need a check wherever I'mma take my talent Nigga don't talk to me bout now hashtag challenge How your pen work, your shit for real? Call a spade a spade, you bet it all, you going wheels I mean we talking corner money or we talking mills You on the gram, I'm in the office with the gram we talking deals All I see is photos, with record label logos And they ain't drop the bag, fuck ya'll doing free promo It's a lot of fake flexing with no return on investment I show you how to get it from nothing, come to my section Out of Body parties that's a flip Hundred Belaire bottles I'm about to close the list Lit up in that bitch, we pass'm out like they was gifts We ain't crack the surface on how real it's bout to get Nigga we ain't on the fence Bout nothing, I'm a playmaker I don't swing with no intent that's a haymaker Nigga I don't waste time, I don't waste words I would never waste mine, why would I waste yours It's type weird, everybody now respect the fake I'm full of sin, put my soul in the collection plate Amen