Back again like I never left
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Young Sinatra, that's to the death
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We turnt up til we go deaf
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Rep RattPack til my last breath
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I cut records like Kid Cudi
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Day and night, that's all the time
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From the underground to the mainstream
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My same team get all the shine
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They wanted beef, but I never knew
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I just keep the peace and get revenue
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Stay true they never do
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Cut all ties, I'll sever you
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These rappers like women, how soft they appear
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We keepin it real but they flow is irregular
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Grab the mic and I murder on the regular
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While these bitches hit me up on my cellular
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I can't take the time that I take to rhyme
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I just bullshit, man, that blow my mind
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I'm 23 like MJ
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That's no rest like overtime
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Writing rhymes on the tour bus
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We stay real to the core of us
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They talk shit bout RattPack
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But every day, man, there's more of us
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That money come and that money go
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But this music shit, man, that's all I know
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I been broke and I got paid
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Like a Goodfella that got made
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I'm draped up and I'm dripped out
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Went to school, got kicked out
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Told my mama, she flipped out
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Said fuck it all and I dipped out
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But I'm back though, whole time
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Fuck bitches, I just rhyme
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Brand new state of mind
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My lifestyle is so divine
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Cause I've lived and I've learned
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Now I hustle and earn
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Cause once you in the limelight, everybody concerned
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Wish our wellbeing, and if you feel okay
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Bitch, you wasn't here a year ago
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Why is you here today?
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I've got professor paper, your money need an extension
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I'm sellin success, save up and pay attention
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Money can't buy happiness, but that shit can support it
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Cause what's a family of five if you can't even afford it?
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[Verse 2: Dizzy]
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Feelin good, feelin great
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Feelin like a XXL Freshman on your bitch ass, nigga
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Creepin on the come-up with my nigga Logic
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Time to get it poppin
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Got your city watching, hit the stage, them titties poppin
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What it do? Bruh, I fuck with you
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Don't let these haters knock ya
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Keep it gangsta, keep it, keep it G
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Don't keep them lames around
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And fuck the world, fuck the, fuck the world
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Y'all gonn feel my passion pass the blunt
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I'ma create that shit that's fuckin everlasting
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And I'm overboard with the tactics
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Walk out the house and I ain't even matching
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But I'm stuntin cause I'm the coolest and the youngest
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I told em I was a threat they scared of what's next
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I'm Christoper Dorner in effect if you speakin down on my name
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Walkin down this road, I'm the only one in my lane
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And my fingers gettin itchy, that's that money comin to get me
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Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas nigga shit makin noise
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Wait a minute, ain't them niggas on the list?
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Makin' moves, making super moves, who the fuck is you?
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Nigga what? Nigga, nigga, what? Them niggas the truth
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It's an honour to be a part of the heart, the young Sinatra
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You ain't gotta smoke weed, we gonn celebrate with this vodka
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Grindin for some time, and I'm hella straight with the dollars
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So if you call me, and you need me, then I've got ya
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Don't talk about being the realest, niggas gonn feel us regardless
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We gotta keep on killin I've got the mind of Martian
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I'm spaced out somewhere in a world where I've never been
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Livin out my dreams and I'm still tryna settle in
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See, it's amazing studio sessions, beautiful blessings
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I'm faded, usually quiet, but I've got this message
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So I speak it like I know it
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Got my shot, I took it and I didn't fuckin blow it
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Now everything is in motion
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Callin out my homies who understand what it means
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To get off your ass, get on your grind and follow your dreams
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Makin' it a fact to be great at what you achieve
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If I leave, would you follow with an ease?
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Open your mind elevate to the level of this rhyme
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Keep it G to the dime, many seek, never find
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Never knowing when I'm flowing, feeling heroic, never ask
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Chillin with your bitch, I can't help but grab up on that ass
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Swervin at 120 while she's rolling weed on the dash
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Many never follow their dreams, but follow the cash
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And this is the reason the Reaper is comin for they ass
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Top dollar, money, bitches, Impalas
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