text: When I talk it, I live it, they feel it 
  And I got a pretty bitch with a fat ass
  Put one leg in the air when I hit it 
  The police behind me, you know that Im smashing
  I aint pulling over, you tripping 
  But I aint tryna talk about police
  Lets talk bout bitches, lets talk bout business 
  Lets talk bout this young nigga that came up from nothing
  Now he worth a motherfuckin million 
  Used to pay for a section, now they gotta bring us the backend to come in the building 
  I knew that I was special back when we was breaking in houses and robbin and stealin 
  We made you put your hands in the air, put that thang in your face, run your pockets, we dippin 
  And I aint gotta act like Im bout it, aint ask for no vouchers, Im really official 
  Tryna look out for karma, I had good intentions, Im still asking God to forgive me 
  I know I got these fuck niggas pissed off, Im over they bitch house, Im all on the WiFi
  Ima trick em and play Mr. Nice Guy 
  When he front, I run off, nigga, bye-bye
  I tell her Im a motherfuckin star
  She can see me on TV, just turn it on Syfy
  You know that I got a whole lot of hoes, and they all different colors, I mix em like tie-dye 
  We gon make your ho dance with the devil, its October 7th, shout out my boy DaDa 
  Turn it up on a whole nother level, now they cant deny it, Im catching they eye now 
  You might not wanna run up on me to promote your CD less you ready to die now 
  I can lower the price on the Ps and you get em from me if you buy more than five now, bitch
  And Im the best motherfuckin rapper, man, you know like
  Th-thats just too much for em, like
  You know its just too much for em, First
  You see what Im saying, its just too much for em, man
  You know, its too much for em
  Blank Blank, you know
  The best motherfuckin rapper
  The prettiest chocolate nigga alive
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