Emotional, my mind could get, I had to reload
Killed my old self, you know I had to make a
Sequel
I got myself a girl, f*ck the world, I keep
My people
Close by at all times, blowin' up like c4
Yeah, it's like I play that game without a f*ckin' cheat code
How he be so evil, yet he came out like a hero
You could die on I-95 in a T-Bone crash With an old man's brain splashed on a dash
With a handful of cash, I mean your life could end in a flash
24-seven on top of the world, okay, I'm back with a bag
I'm dapper than dan I pop on a track like a collar Impala bounce like Diddy Kong
Itty bitty titty gon' shake to the song till eight in the mornin
Never been boring, never been snoring, always soaring
Flooring the gas in an eight-six foreign Takumi hitting the apex
Talk on me, baby, I'm greatness Wait, bitch, I'm something you always adoring
Something you never ignoring Your favorite obsession reporting
This is not a warning
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Okay, look, bitch, I think I just hopped out the planet
Tsunami in this bitch, I think I might cause some panic
She screamin' in this bitch, I think she might need a Xanax
I'm floatin, you sinkin, that shit like Titanic
I was lickin' that clit so fast, she thought I'm talkin' in Spanish
I fixed that bitch with a bandage, heartbreak, always doin' damage
Uh, booda boom boom
My mag is automatic, I'm stompin' on maggots
Like concert with Travis, I shock it like static
On time like a Patek, you faker than plastic
Elastic, I stretch like Mr. Fantastic
They call it passive aggression, I call it manic and passion
They call it magic and talent, but Mr. Impressive callin' it practice
They ain't get what they lackin, I've been a doctor, man
I fix shit, I put you in action
I mean, all their biggest cap is written up in their captions
This shit is straight tragic, all these rappers is catfish
I mean, you livin' life like me, lookin' out for a cash tip
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