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[Mike Dimes:] This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta If I'm in the
scene, I'm flexing in the
camera Check my fellas, we all flock the
same We birds of the
same feather We together, this forever, switching bezels, every level Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Serving vicious, fuck your favorite rapper Hope he get offended I
was tripping off that hoe before, but promise I
ain't tripping I
was tripping off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet dripping Designer, got a
bag and I
couldn't be prouder (Nah) Drop a
song and your status went nada (Nah) In the
booth if I'm tryna get proper (Yeah) I
was a
schoolboy just tryna get collard greens Homie outside with Alicia Keys I
make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah) Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal So fuck what's illegal I'm different, I
really ain't get a
handout I
know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang) I
write my own lyrics, I
bought my own pen All them O's buy my songs, screaming "Fuck your opinion" No need for a
nigga to say that I'm winning It's fuck everybody, the
way I
been feeling I
got me a
bitch and my bitch got a
bitch (On God, on God) So they down for a
threesome, nigga (On God) [Mike Dimes (JID):] This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta If I'm in the
scene, I'm flexing in the
camera Check my fellas, we all flock the
same (Yeah, look, look, look, look, look) We birds of the
same feather (See, I) We together, this forever, switching bezels, every level (Look) [JID:] Just a
lil' nigga from the
six with a
motherfucking chip on my shoulder Check a
nigga chain, go and get this shit over Chevy or the
Benz, he'll probably'll get the
Rover But, then again, all three what he get for a
show But he never sober, probably gon' need a
chauffeur 'Cause he ain't underground no more, niggas was gophers Long behold them hoes say now they know you North-pole, South-pole, bitches bipolar Pour four, Ye told me drive slowly Twenty-four plus more, my drive Kobe Give and go, the
flow is my homie One of a
kind, you not Obi-Wan Kenobi Many have tried and failed, parking lot full of shells When hammers are flying, wear a
disguise, you not Loki No Avenger friends, we not homies Wanna live too fast? You die slowly Really, you joking, I
don't know what these niggas smoking That shit potent if you thinking I
ain't the
dopest The
whip ghosting, if it go, shit, the
hip osing Twin clips, lil' nigga, you could get both of 'em Rap game take over, I'm JID Hova Getting dirt off of my shoulder, I'm getting older Way out in Budapest, from the
Crest Boulder I'll be there if you looking over your left shoulder They be there if I
need a
nigga to step on you Gs moving in silence, niggas' deaf toned Tone deaf, my songs is being slept on Fast forward, I'm on, bumping in headphones Shawty wanna take off her thong, jump in the
bed I
don't know her but I'm thinking, "Oh well, give me your cell phone" Cellulite on her ass, titties was silicone In the
land of Atlanta, I
love being home I
wanna seat on the
throne, I
ain't gon' leave it alone 'Fore all the
people is speaking, nah, let's even the
score Knock on the
door, it's a
shotgun, you peeping a
hole Niggas'll sleep on the
floor, I
used to sleep on the
floor I'm undefeated, you want a
feature, I'm eating your soul My sister a
killer, she be shooting out a
Kia Soul Wanna get the
kid, that probably cost a
couple kilos Me and Mike rob before your dimes, like deebo [Mike Dimes:] This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta If I'm in the
scene, I'm flexing in the
camera Check my fellas, we all flock the
same We birds of the
same feather We together, this forever, switching bezels, every level
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