Right to game don't kill yourself
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Right to game don't kill yourself
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They say I shine, but I'm in the back of my shades on
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They don't think I'm on the grind when it come to this no days off
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You see I'm fly, I'm feeling like stalf
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Right now I'm feeling myself
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This right here my condom vibe,
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Right to gang I'll kill yourself
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My [?] more fire, make you feel burned out when I walk by
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You put out your lighters, you haters take shots,
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It's the reck fire, but I fire back,
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Back in the back VIP, look at that ass upon the stump peace
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Niggas don't get this ass, see what I see,
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Thank God I'm fly all across the maps.
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It's only I chase the mula on the occasion lazy like the eyes on Mcgrady
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Tryin to ball, you can do it maybe
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You were like me in 25 added,
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They half beat and I ate it,
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The range of game I came with,
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Look at these guys, tryin to be fly,
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Like us a color so rated.
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[Hook:]
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They say I shine, but I'm in the back of my shades on
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They don't think I'm on the grind when it come to this no days off
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Have confidence way before I got compliments
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I got my wheels up, I'm fin to take off,
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I'm fly, I'm feelin like [?], I'm feeling myself,
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I'm feelin myself, excuse me my vibe I'm feelin myself,
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I'm feelin myself, I'm feelin myself, I'm feelin myself,
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Right to gang, don't kill yourself.
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Walk up in the clubbin, I'll be on some other shit,
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[?] the bad chick, I ain't playin no game bitch tag you with
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But you already know that and I'm feeling myself the bitch know that
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I'm like way with the hoes at, and she know that
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And I'm like LA bridge shit I own that
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And I rise and grind, need the pass behind,
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The future's ready in my nose, sleeping know me
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When you bout to wake, and if you don't wake up let a nigga that broke
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Young nigga that's on the ground
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Bustin up and I got the night shift
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Tryin to get a new house, a new whip and a bad white chick like Taylor Swift
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I'm one up on these kids,
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I don't really fuck with these kids,
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Holding up in my fade, I don't let it go 'cause I got a good grip,
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And I gotta stay humble,
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Till they put me in the dirt I'm a hustle
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Keep the enemies close but don't trust em down
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You can fuck these hoes, but don't love em no.
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[Hook]
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The way I walk the way I talk, you can tell I'm feelin myself
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Can't fuck with attitude, nigga tip the cheese back for my help
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I turn me on money to old money, and well
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Shout out to my team because I couldn't do it by myself
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[?] I'm a rap it till I die, three challenge [?]
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That's why just can't deny.
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Said, [?] I'm a rap it till I die, three challenge [?]
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That's why just can't deny.
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I'm feelin like a palo, writing down my sorrows,
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Writing down my happiness, I speak em with [?]
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Always knew I was the shit, way back long time ago,
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Fit it in some bullshit, Chicago.
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[Hook]
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Feelin' Myself Pt. 2
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| The Rangers |
