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[Verse: Nick Grant] Uh, mind ya' bidness bitch, get out the way That nigga eating like 'God is great,' I gotta say They watered down, boy I pull the flowers out the vase You either frowning at life or smiling at ya' wake Okay, big-face hundreds I'm thinking Tyra Banks Moving dust for the bread, who ordered powdered cake? She say meet me at the altar wait, you gotta change She tryna show me the light, we share a common pain Uh, you love me but baby what would you do for love? Flow tight as a groupie hug, you knew what's up This is paradise, I live a weird life I want my style back, 'cause they don't wear it right This 40 cal with me, I'm on a dairy diet A diamond in the rough, I went to Jared right? Throwing bodies in trunks, no they ain't sparing life Man these niggas too pussy, they like a pair of dykes Yikes, bumping Anita Baker Slumped in my seat while she doming me and proceed to taste it My nigga hit me 'bout a lick I told him keep it tasteful And they was blunt wit' a nigga but now they need the vapors I got the feature from Khaled, shit I'm forever grateful I'm in the ghetto like 'nana pudding vanilla wafers I'm from the ghetto where every day is like Revelations I represent for them niggas dreaming that never made it Ayo they saying we got next 'do, go tell the neighbors Peep how I chef this shit up, baby go [?] the table They did us dirty we paid 'em back, that's reparations Nigga I'm speeding through life, this shit is Talladega Check the scoreboard player, we running up this paper Boy been a blow-out, I feel like Angie Davis Wings on the coupe, flames on the spoon All these new niggas looking like fiends on the news I'm quick to spot a opp like a stain on a suit My life is under construction like trees on the boot Ay I'm the truth nigga, this is audio Mona Lisa I burn this shit like cardio, promise you I'ma freak her I kidnapped ya' princess Mario, hide ya' diva Kicking shit around these parts they robbing ya' for ya' sneakers Every line is murder, shit how is this not illegal? Going dead on you fucks, she fondle me while I'm sleeping Shit, I'm off the deep end, uh, no I don't seek trends 'Cause all that shit that you talking 'bout is beneath him Uh, well alright, bumping that Stevie Wonder People take heed my hunger, the illest in this genre Ain't talking back to momma, but ain't no need to mumble Ain't acting out in church, but still I keep the thumper Only one take in life, just know I weave the punches Okay I want the numbers, but I don't need the numbers I keep it funky with my circle like I'm eating Funyuns Leave the jungle just to come back to feed the jungle Okay, time to get this money boy I gotta get paid I respect all you niggas but I'm in line with the greats I cop the drop sitting crooked, like Denzel with the fade And took the shoes off that shit like Fantasia on stage Yeah back in this bitch, with my car keys nigga It's the trill OG, but ain't no part three nigga You know them boys on the corner, like a chop cheese nigga If I'm riding a bitch, I'm at the park feeding pigeons Need a piece of the pie, this shit fresh out the kitchen Got a question for niggas, did y'all know I'd deliver? On everything that I love, I gotta post on my Pinterest Man the world is so twisted they out here blaming the victim I put no babies on albums, too much pain in my pictures Just left tour with Godson, he gave me game and some wisdom Crooked cop crooked cop, all these babies y'all killing Gotta bear arms, don't wanna catch a stray from a piglet I done seen it all, continue being blessed I play above the rim, it's in my genes Shep Confidence on a billion, never see me in debt I got this shit sewed, y'all niggas seem stress Change the game young nigga, don't let it change you I keep the nina wit' me, turn niggas to strange fruit I'm not a gangster just cautious of what this fame do These niggas talking sideways like they playing flute Presidential Rollie, usual politics Pussy and compliments, matching designers' wits Issues with momma's men, youngest of momma's kids Even my father died before we could squash the shit Carolina's prince, where should I begin? All these scrambled thoughts, I need a side of grits It's all about ya' drive, and not the size of rim I'm calling niggas out, let's get 'em conferenced in I never had nothing, I was a sad something But now they tryna ride the wave I got the bath bubbling No I don't need the hype I speak up on my people's plight I'm branching out, chilling up under the tree of life They throwing shade my nigga, it happens for a reason 'Cause all the cars got paper plates and everybody's eating We out here making movies, I'm 'bout to drop the teaser Diarrhea flow I make the shit look too easy LA Leakers