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[Verse 1] All good just a week ago You text my phone talking 'bout we just need us some hope LOL, response is tight, we gon' shit on these folks Now that was that now let me go change the scenery up See it's been me against the World from the very beginning Y'all try to go reprint my bloggers cause it's made up of winners Yeah y'all suppose to be some men but I see the hills are switching You let Tyree go tune you up now I'm gon' startle your engine Transforming ass nigga, big dogs turn to culture vultures Keep talking 'bout me, it's just free promotion I'm on the wave and I just ride the motions Your gossiping a revolving door, it spins to me and keeps going And I'm just walking right through it like I see, I see, I see Y'all already hate yourself so now it's time to hate on me Can't create themselves so they try to go and re-create me I can give you a persona but for that I charge a fee And you niggas ain't paying homage They FaceTiming just to Dateline it Making up stories like they had they own grapevines For the record just cause that's yo mans that don't make it mine And for the record I've been waiting on this a long time To be honest I really had love for niggas And say your loved ones be the first ones to go and getcha Now hold up wait, here's go part where the plot just go and switches up I'mma show you how to chop a old friend up [Verse 2] Orange camo cuz' ya boy flamed up This shit' heavy like brinks truck That's how you feel about the set nigga I'll turn your life into a meme boy I'm going Forbes 30 under 30 Imagine when I even hit thirty Thirty rounds for them dirty niggas This that ''fuck ya momma'' have your brother missing Deion Sanders when it's showtime I'm the Kevin Nash to ya Big Show Put you on your fucking neck nigga Reese Flair with the figure four See ya Im like "where the beef go" yeah Cook you up just like some miso Yeah, your bitch she give me that deepthroat Yeah, I do your shit just like a freethrow Yeah, dunk your shit like Vince Carter Running through the city like a martyr Niggas not from really anywhere You was born up on the internet That connect you rap about is WiFi You ain't never even really seen a trap Niggas be rapping like they Tony When they really just a little pink pony Might just throw yourself a tip bitch This that ''Reese 'bout to make a mil'' shit That Reese gon' make a drill shit They thought I really couldn't rap shit Go decode this, up on rapfix Say they run the town but I lap shit VVS' on my neck You rock that made in the lab shit [Outro] You took my shit and you cloned it, yeah I need that back cause I own it, yeah I need another opponent, yeah Watch how I switch it up on 'em, yeah You ain't even made a million off your talents How you think you fresh? nigga when your bitch is your stylist, yeah You took my shit and you cloned it, yeah I need that back cause I own it, yeah I need another opponent, yeah Watch how I switch it up on 'em, yeah You ain't even made a million off your talents How you think you fresh? nigga when your bitch is your stylist, yeah