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Look, listen I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool Diddy introduced me as best of the new school I'm not too shabby for an Alabama bitch Fuck gettin' rich I got respect from heavy hitters and did it without a disc And now I, came to deliver I'm off of Twitter And in your speakers we gon' see who really fuckin' with her Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop Collectively when these songs drop Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture And I know, ain't got no hourglass figure But I can get smaller while my pockets gettin' bigger They worried 'bout me and not who out with they nigga They break they own heart and now they windin' up bitter And now they start projecting all they clouds on me I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me Y'all do what you do, yeah 'Cause I guess I write these songs about you ('Cause I guess I write these songs about you) Do-do-do, do And I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care Yeah-yeah, look And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air The air, oh SongtexteOh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk Yeah, that seems fair Look, listen I ain't no average nigga, the pick of a litter I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger Sat back and watchin' Plottin' ways I can come and obliterate the whole game These bitches think that I'm playin' These bitches think that I'm playin' They doin' shit I ain't fonda, it's like my name isn't Jane I'm 22 makin' money, I feel too blessed to complain But I'm much better than the next man I'm married to the game, and I swear God has been the best, man I sound to fuckin' pressed, man Let's backtrack The accolades, I have that The pressure fuckin' stacked, at the weight of a gravel backpack And shit I wrote a month ago, outdated like snapbacks And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback And gone attack rap and hit 'em so hard They wonder what happened No cappin', hoes lackin' I said it, what's crackin'? I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president Now, how you sick as me but come and function as the medecine? Say lightbulb, no Edison I fought hard, they let us in Competitive, I know these bitches lights out like a sedative Your fave got hella hits But come in sixth for writers credited My lyrics come embedded I breathe and these niggas sweatin' Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG) My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me You pay to get in and see us We paid and get in for free Bitch, I prayed on each of my visions Now everybody gon' see That I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care Yeah-yeah, look And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air The air, oh Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk Yeah, that seems fair Say my intensity impractical My pen is tactical Yeah, I'm the actual I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational" Professional truth-teller When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up Top blown, no sloppy What I own, no copies exist They put that ice on they wrists I put that fire in these hits I put my trust in my God I'm not gon' fight with no bitch I'm not gon' argue no more Already know what it is I'm the better option A problem to coexist I been quietly gettin' tight, at this shit When I quit growin', I'll get tire of this shit When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks When they stop ridin' on dicks That's when I'll rise in that conversation like- I'm in your lady friends thighs Apologize if I'm talkin' shit, I earned it This industry shit, I kept low and learned it I claimed it then I affirmed My losses was always worth it My genius they never heard it My billboard a conversation My come up was picture perfect Aus Songtexte Mania