(Verse)
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I... ain't loving these fake hoes
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Room smelling like eight swishas
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Room service like two K, NBA, I'm ballin, nigga
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All them niggas, fallin' like Autumn, nigga
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Talkin' shit, I saw them niggas, now their daughter wanna picture
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Rough ain't it? Fuck Famou$!
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Niggas too real, got the most haters
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Wrote a story so Stephen Curry
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How it feel to be golden? Why was I chosen?
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Hanalei Bay with my bae, what can I say?
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I did it, my timing was perfect, I'm coming, they know it
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Becoming the last great American poet
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The flow Lindsay Lohan
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Tired, nigga, retired, nigga
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My word is art like a hieroglyphic
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What island is this?
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Cabernet, I can smell a tarp
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She wanna swim but can barely walk
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She afraid of sharks, she'd hate my lawyer
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Atlanta, Georgia, got sum' for ya
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I'm doing sum', stay with it
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I sport the Oakland A fitted
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Cuz this money balling, I'm throwing funny
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But all the kids'll go get it, goddamit I'm ill
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I got one question for the haters, is yo girl on the pill?
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I'm playing tho, but like really, really?!
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(Interlude)
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Oh man
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Oh man, oh man, oh man
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I got a hook for this, it's like
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Ba b b b b b ba
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Ba b b b b b ba
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Na na na na na na na
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I luv y'all the time
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Something like that
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(Verse 2)
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I'm the man foreva
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They can't let a nigga live cuz the life is betta
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Eighty five erryday, why'd I bring this sweater?
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I fell asleep on the beach, tiny pink umbrella
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Fell out of my drink, she yellin what we doing tonight?
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Fifty k their first week, ya ain't doin' it right
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Yung Bino best friends with the show promoters
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Good year, my career is floatin', it's all me
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Cuz I stay real, the worst pain, niggas don't feel
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Cuz they ain't feel a nigga, tried to kill a nigga
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But he still went stupid
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Silver stones honorin' the game so clueless
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These niggas ain't us
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Hoping that I diss ya back so I can make ya famous
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I'm just tired of haters
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The AK going off, sound like cicadas
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We the clique all day, man I'm so ?
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Me and fam backstage, yeah I know ya hate us
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But ya gotta pay us
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Let em speak at my peak in the game fo a minute
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But I don't know how
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All these light skinned niggas came back in style
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Ye lied to us, pretty girls at my concerts
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Flow so cold so ya know it was my verse
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Stank attitude but I like the way she diddy bop
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Puffing white O's, body bang something Nitty Scott
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They want the old Bino so they try to rewind
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The new Bino too ahead of his time
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In a couple of years, they'll have to say I birthed a couple careers
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Chances are get yo boy a couple of ears, ya know it
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(Outro)
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Ba b b b b b ba
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Duh du du du du duh
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Duh du du du du duh Duh du du du du duh
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I luv y'all the time
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I don't have words for this part
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But I know it should sound like this
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Duh du du du du duh
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To luv y'all the time
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Candler Road
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Childish Gambino |