Yeah
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Leavin' out the club with no hoes, it's a dub
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You somewhere on house arrest pretending you in love
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Exfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub
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Like I wanna know what's up
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What happened to us?
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Your new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like
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Patek I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight
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We was really locked in, we got it out the mud like
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All I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like
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Now you tryna style in my face, pop it in my face
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Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace
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I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard
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I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard
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I'm hating hard, you played the part
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You wasn't who you are right now
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I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too-
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Yeah, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH
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Yeah, PARTY on a paper chase
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Poppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake
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Poppin' out in Arizona
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Bitch, I feel like Tate McRae
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Vanilla ice and white hoes, straight cake, uh
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Niggas like to talk, man, stack somethin'
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Puttin' Charli up her nose, ex on her tongue
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She been geekin' hard, she done had a BRAT Summer
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PARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer
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You boys pull up to the six, we get the tax runnin'
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Ayy, talkin' on her, oh, tryna prove somethin'
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Nigga back somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'
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Ayy, I don't give a fuck, I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang
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Lost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game
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What am I supposed to do with all that pain?
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Sleepless nights, drown out days
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Thinkin' about how wrong I played
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Even lost my bitch to the small town fame
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Ayy, ayy, I'ma mess right now
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You know what, man, we're all in this
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Now, whether we're all in this together
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Or you're all in it for yourself
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The fact of the matter is that we're in it
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SMALL TOWN FAME
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| Drake |
