YEP

[INTRO]
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YO
SHIT

[VERSE 1]
Big dog bossing, paid all costs
Young sport flossing, niggas look lost
I can't even call it, smoking on imported
What you deem as important, I don't cherish like a hoarder

Shot Kyle Korver, nothing but the bottom
Dirty Glove where I'm spotted, grew up in a neighborhood impoverished
I ain't really fiending for a comment, far from a star, I'm a comet
Raised in the ghetto but I'm conscious
Watch a nigga go like Com' Sense

Grind, make a play, get paid every day
Niggas mad hot while I’m laid in the shade
Cool young nigga with a fresh ass glow
Niggas only hate when their girlfriends don’t

I den did shit that they main nigga won’t
She get excited when she playing my song
She get annoyed when she turn yours on
Sorry, bro, that’s the way the dice rolled

I am, smart & prophetic, I am organic, I don’t do the extra
This here is a test run, if niggas feel it then I fear for the next one
I swear that I’m on one, & Nysa got me sounding crispy as hell
I win & prevail, while others choking like they kin to Latrell

[HOOK]
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