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Yeah, oh you gotta it
Oh you got, oh you love it

I heard what circulated, get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me something and I got it
always rise above it
Why you I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm possessive
Lil Wayne could not have him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me? all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal, niggas all in question
Last night I went to sleep, more
Tried to decide what direction I go towards
nights I wish I could go back in life
Not to shit, just to feel a couple things twice
28 at midnight, what's next for me
Longevity, wonder how long check for me
Prolly if I stay in my zone
I speak on generation but can't change it alone
I heard a lil lil homie talking reckless in
Quite a you chose, you shoulda kept it inside
Oh you tried, it's so childish calling my name on the world
You need to act age and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to
So I guess it's man

Oh you gotta it, you gotta love it cheer
I know rappers that call to come and get 'em
To show outfits off, guess they need the attention
I remember when it used to be music did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we
I'm managed by my friends that I up with
I'd rather give that 15% to I fuck with
If me and Future hadn't made it with this
We prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our on
But here we are,
I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence
They out my failures and whisper my accomplishments
Bitches alter my message we have words
And stories bout my hit the net like a bad serve
Bitter women I'm overtextin' are crazy this year
Fuckin' with my
I've been tryna to you so I can save 'em this year
it I guess I gotta wait til next year
And I heard someone say something that stuck me a lot
Bout how we protection from those protectin' the block
Nobody lookin' out for
Maybe we should try and help somebody or be
Instead of bein' somebody that makes the
So can tweet about it
And then they start to RIP it
And four weeks later even speaks about it
Damn, I just had to say my about it

Oh you gotta it
But they scared of the truth so to me showin' out in public
That's a subject
I've been Mercedes and nigga try to budget
I gotta make it back to to check on my cousins
Shout out to Ashley, Biama, Julia, Ericka, Southern
Part of my heritage, pardon my arrogance, part in my again
that comeback flow, comeback flow
Once I it's apparent
I wanted a girl whose ass is so big that's partly
But fuck all the and fuck your discussions
And all the judgement
Your content so aggressive lately, what's you?
Shit is gettin' so personal in your too
I wanna that I'm number one over all these niggas
Bein' number two is just being the first to
My city dictated music, nobody us
Winter here already but somehow I'm up
Been observin' the game and felt like seen enough
Let's drop a tape on these niggas then we'll see up
Yea, boy you rappin' you seen it all
You rappin' like the throne should be the of ya'll
"Best I Ever Had" seems like a ago
flow and I still got a decade to go
Oh please, take at ease, where's the love and the
Why you rappin' you come from the streets?
I got a backyard where money seems to from the trees
And I'm never ever scared to get some blood on my
Phantom slidin' like the just hit a puddle of grease
I cook the beef done on the double with cheese
Special order for anybody comin' for me
Shit you probably if somebody sneeze
You see got me back like it's just 40, Oli, and me
Cuttin' all ends, I be the barber for free
I'm at four minutes going off on the beat
Feel like I'm in the Malibu that had the cloth on the
Man, oh you love it
And on top of that getting harder to eat
Rappers houses
Putting cars on the
To think labels they had a problem marketing me
And now it's everybody else that's getting to believe

Oh you love it
And head to toe I'm Prada
I know your well, just not in public
the city, I'm a product of it
Young from the city
You gotta it