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If I ain't one of the greats then tell me who it is I been focusin' on my babies just 'cause they my kids I took off all my necklaces, couldn't see the plot twist Magnificent purposes, you could tell by the Letterman I'm turned up on medicine I'm still streamin', pussy nigga, show me a better man Rolls Royce umbrellas I done turned to a felon, I done stacked me some cheddar I done turned my profits up, now I gotta perform at Coachella I had just turned Hermes up, now I been rockin' Margiela I'm on the block where they gon' wait for you to fail then tell you I'm spendin' all my racks and they ain't tell me nothin' All you jewelers tryna rob, and don't you sell me nothin' Don't your clothes say Celine? You stylin' (Celine) Your ex been tryna call back, your shit pure crack (Woo) Few billion in plaques (Woo), better hide it in the house You better not let her get no internet 'cause I'll spill on the jack Don't stand him up beside me Big dawg told me, "Get the check like Nike" I think the Tarzan movie was about me They way I'm movin' in the streets Real up inside me, got me comin' home nightly I fell in love with your thongs most likely A real redbone tryna come wife me No one night, more like nightly SongtexteForty K, I'm bein' grown Man, I'm just tryna steer the song Black Sky-Dweller, King Kong Black guy in the world gettin' on, yeah Black guy can't do wrong Black guy in his motherfuckin' zone, yeah Black boy makin' it home Black boy ain't makin' it home Tryna meet the crack of dawn, uh Trappin' in my Reebok, I don't see opp I'm just tryna get all my re-rock, I don't wanna be opps Cops pull up, we all flee out like we all feet out Or gettin' high 'til I don't see y'all, pour two liter She see her own face and she ain't clear She don't wanna be herself and just for that I got a fear I'm endin' off this internet shit like my mirror This shit ain't passed up none of my ideas, I made me a mill' I wonder if I ever get off seals and poppin' pills I don't know, but right now it feels real, this shit real I'm Dr. Phil, I'm big wheel, I'm king spill I ever rat it wasn't my years, I'm gettin' killed I swear I'm gettin' killed (Woo) If I ain't one of the greats then tell me who it is (Yeah) I been focusin' on my babies just 'cause they my kids I took off all my necklaces, couldn't see the plot twist Magnificent purposes, you could tell by the Letterman I'm turned up on medicine I'm still streamin', pussy nigga, show me a better man Rolls Royce umbrellas I done turned to a felon, I done stacked me some cheddar I done turned my profits up, now I gotta perform at Coachella Aus Songtexte Mania