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Uh, givin' the spiel, givin' the lowdown Can't lie, keepin' it real, I can't slow down Grew up on Nas, it weren't "Old Town" I'm the BFG, it ain't Roald Dahl (Truss) I got the hash, bro's got the So-Cal (Woo) Know it's only Ws like Joe Cal' (Win, win) Barge man down and it's no foul 'Cause I came from the gutter like I bowled out (Woo) I been me, I never sold out (Nah) But I could tell you 'bout the shows that I sold out I made a lane, I have my own route Good girls wanna settle down and the hoes shout (Hoes, hoes) I ain't tryna throw clout (Truss) Cah man got a whole sound See the talent from young like a pro scout Put in the work but I feel like I'm on the most now, uh Givе 'em a variation B, I know I'm a bare creation Madе my way, we get the pacing Got a one yard, I might let the babes in Back's nice, the neck's amazing But it feels better when I got cheques I'm raising On fire, I get to blazing Get high, work hard, the rest awaiting Give my best, there's no debating SongtexteOn the level, man, I never been close to basic Came from the that and I rose to greatness When I did it with my dargs, they know the faces Black Lives Matter, expose the racists They don't wanna see the people from ends go make it Opportunity in the charts, can't waste it Man, I did it on my own, I don't copy and paste shit Oh my God, Bidi-bop-bop I got the game on lock, cuz (Lock) Trust from young I've been hot, cuz (Pepper) Bumble bee I stay with the buzz Never sold out, not me, cuz (Not me) I don't know 'bout them type of ting there (Nah) Them CDs woulda got fling 'way (Fling) Man know me no like them ting there (Ooh, ooh) Bidi-bop-bop Straight from the gutter, boy (Gutter) Getting that bread and butter, boy (Butter) Talk up, there's no time to stutter, boy (What you saying?) Some of them'll call man lover boy He's not the plug, he's the other boy Don't worry 'bout him, he's a saveloy (Dickhead) Trust me, he knows I'm a badder boy (Ooh, ooh) Give 'em a variation B, I know I'm a bare creation Made my way, we get the pacing Got a one yard, I might let the babes in Back's nice, the neck's amazing But it feels better when I got cheques I'm raising On fire, I get to blazing Get high, work hard, the rest awaiting Give my best, there's no debating On the level, man, I never been close to basic Came from the that and I rose to greatness When I did it with my dargs, they know the faces Black Lives Matter, expose the racists They don't wanna see the people from ends go make it Opportunity in the charts, can't waste it Man, I did it on my own, I don't copy and paste shit On a wave they can't undo (Nah) Took back the game, I came, they see me run through (Truss) That yute's now grown , so I do what I must do Did it on my own, who can say that they buss Zuu? (Who?) It's been grime from way back I took Ls, but now I don't see the wins stop So I'm like Rick Ross in a Maybach (Skrrt) I'm a young GOAT, I can say that But you can't jerk my style (Nah, nah) Check the profile, put in work for a while Where I'm from, see, it's bittersweet But we still smile through the pain Now I'm tryna get the money in a pile (Ching-ching) Make a sweet one turn vile Them man act like they're wild Deep down, man, I know they snitch on trial It's only MP3s where my name's on a file, uh Give 'em a variation B, I know I'm a bare creation Made my way, we get the pacing Got a one yard, I might let the babes in Back's nice, the neck's amazing But it feels better when I got cheques I'm raising On fire, I get to blazing Get high, work hard, the rest awaiting Give my best, there's no debating On the level, man, I never been close to basic Came from the that and I rose to greatness When I did it with my dargs, they know the faces Black Lives Matter, expose the racists They don't wanna see the people from ends go make it Opportunity in the charts, can't waste it Man, I did it on my own, I don't copy and paste shit Aus Songtexte Mania