[Verse 1]
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I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me
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It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys
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Your SL's missing an S, nigga
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Your plane's missing a chef
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The common theme see they both got wings
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If you fly, do it to death
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It's only one God, and it's only one crown
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So it's only one king that can stand on this mound
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King Push, kingpin, overlord
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Coast Guard come a hundred goin' overboard
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I got money with the best of 'em
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Go blow for blow with any Mexican
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Don't let your side bitches settle in
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Might have to headbutt your Evelyn
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[Verse 2]
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Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
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Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword
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Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a whore
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Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw
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Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes
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We really gymstars, I'm like D. Rose
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No D-league, I'm like these clothes
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'88 Jordan, leaping from the free throw
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[Break]
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Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
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[Verse 3]
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(Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more)
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Mix drug and show money, Biggs Burke on tour
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Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore
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Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more
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I see flaw, cracks in your diamond
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CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon
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Come and meet the pieman, a must that I flaunt it
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The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us
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[Verse 4]
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Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
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Can't a bitch living say I bought her Michael Kors
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Every car driven was decided by the horse
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Keep the sticker in the window 'case you wonder what it cost
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How could you relate when you ain't never been great?
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And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga?
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I might sell a brick on my birthday
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Thirty-six years of doing dirt like it's Earth Day, GAWD
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[Break]
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Numbers On The Board
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| Pusha T |
