[Hook]
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[Hook]
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I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
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All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
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The return of that 808 trunk hit
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Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton, GO!
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet
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Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton
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[Verse 1: Like]
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You be on that fuck shit, I'm tryin' to make bucks quick
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Don't talk to me if money ain't the subject
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93a¢æ©÷s laced up, we about to run shit
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Mibbs right beside me, BeYoung got the blunt lit
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Shawn on the cut, Swiff D on the drum kits
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Standin' on your table with a bottle and a drunk bitch
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Fallin' all over spillin' drinks, tryin' to tongue kiss
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Money over hoes, so you know I ain't the one, Miss
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Take her home, make her moan, and when I get done: (Switch!)
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Pass her off like a basketball
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Stay with dimes, I'm like Nash to y'all
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My living room look like a casting call
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Don't be bringing hoes where (?) are
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A sweet talkin' nigga, ask your mom
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My nigga, that's your squad?
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We treat line-ups like that's Lebron
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Push backwards like the bush whackers
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We ain't just kush rappers a¢æ¡° we max it out like FootAction
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[Hook]
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I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
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All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
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The return of that 808 trunk hit
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Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton, GO!
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet
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Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton
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[Verse 2: BeYoung]
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Nigga hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch
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Y'all niggas picture near puttin' swag in your spliffs
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My niggas cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6
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Like a¢æ©«nigga, do you know how much ass I'mma get?a¢æ?
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Wrote a plan out, let's dip, we can market and sing
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Put that cash in a stash, save that part for the rent
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Only way niggas swingin' is to target the fence
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That's why everything we're singing hit the target like Prince, man
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I'm talkin' vanity and a¢æ©«Can it be?a¢æ?a¢æ?s
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Stickin' to the strategy, how simple can it be?
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Niggas comin' home we gon' put them on the salary
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Niggas think they cold 'til we push our shit to Calgary
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[Verse 3: Blu]
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Yea, you're who-blah and your shoe rot
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You're too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska
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You're new job from Calgary to the new spot
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Threw that 2pac on, but couldn't ride like we used a¢æ?ta
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Used up, you're new guy's shoe size
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Drew ties, never move pies move lines
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She do lines why we shoot rhymes, shoo fly
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Don't bother the father, just let me do mine
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[Hook]
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I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
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All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
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The return of that 808 trunk hit
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Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton, GO!
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet
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Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton
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[Verse 4: Mibbs]
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It's notorious, peep it
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Y'all niggas is Victoria's Secret
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Soft as Mom's lingerie
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It's a man's world boy, put the pom-poms away
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It's only right we got our palms on LA
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Cause if Pac was alive, you'd get bombed on today
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Bombs bombs away, like a¢æ?Bron a¢æ?Bron and Wade
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We been had next, now it's our time to play, nigga
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[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
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Your false prophets will never jump in my pockets
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Your poppin' your gums and I'm poppin' your optics
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Optimus Prime when I'm done
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And the topic of music is me
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And the logic is usually
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You should stop in and grab a degree
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In the science of how to emcee
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And I'm watchin' the critic critique
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When I'm climbing the valleys and peaks
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And aligning myself
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While I'm riding O'Ryan's belt
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In the street and defiling this beat
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As a dead bitch that lay at my feet
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This is King shit...
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[Hook]
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I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
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All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
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The return of that 808 trunk hit
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Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton, GO!
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Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)
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Cross trainers on my m |