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[Curt@!n$]
Black Dior denim, footwear Bottega
Never perfect on the pen, and on the weather
T-shirt hever, and yea got some holes in it
But I'm in whatever, as long as there some holes in it
Sick of hearing niggas and their old fibbing
You just a new school rapper with an old gimmick
Plus you got my old image
Flipping invisible birds, niggas ghost dealing
Talking 'bout how you cop pies and you pop guys
You can't play Popeye with no spinach
I be everywhere and back, see every time I land there
Somebody at the airport, nigga I got fam there
Bitch, holler at a nigga don't just stand there
You can't really say you fly without airfare
I know a hundred niggas, thousand dollar outfits
Still living at home, still on their momma couches
And I don't go out much but every time I go out
I show out and I can pull the bitch you out with
She left that nigga stuck like a vegetable
Don't mind her, a real nigga what she checking for
And if she checking dough, I tell her there
You get what's right of the decimal, looky here
I got bills to pay, I got rent in L.A
I just left NY, I'll be back in a day
I was out in New Orleans, riding through the third ward
Seeing people starving, give a man a dollar for his
Troubles and said sorry, wish I could do more
But I be up in Barney's, flipping through some Bauman
For a bargain, I got a watch when I spin
End of the day it's just cotton and thread
And Pinky on my arm, like dope you gotta go in
Nigga I stay's in like winter when it's snowing
Shit...

Ain't no pressure if I'm want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly creeping away from me
I'm only here, so why you playing, I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down