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Linda Records

If my passion ain't going right can't focus on no hoe

Pocket full a bank you know how it go

Living fast don't give a fuck about no honor roll

My dawg next level he can weight a 3.5 with his eyes close

Walk up in the wrong crib get hit with a snob nose

Seen it all It made me who I am

Feel like M.J the way I'm jumpin out the fucking gym

Girl I'm one of one don't you ever compare me to them

Eyes straight ahead girl I'm never looking in the rear

You fucking with the flyest nigga out

They like how the fuck AP make it out the drought

I don't even know her my name stay up in her mouth

Out in jersey Pradas 7-5 no tax in & out

Trying catch me you gone lose boy I put that shit on moms

Imma kill 'em

I'mma villain

I'mma demon

Swear to god

(Come On)

Ain't no catchin me good burger got the sauce got the recipe

Boy I'm from the east side of Detroit ain't no checkin me

Heating up on these n*ggas talking 3rd degree

You think I give a fuck about a hater he promoting me

Brave Soul everything you know this shit stay on me

Can't roc nothing else that's a thousand dollar fee

Forever Linda Records Boy ain't no signing me

(Fuck outta here)

I was at the bottom of the bottom heating up

Dusse in my cup sticky in my blunt

She like AP you good naw baby I'm stuck

I'm just tryin get pape run these got damn numbers up

Feel like willie Beamon throwing up in the huddle up

These n*gas can't see me oh they mad throwing shots

Got so many flows every song switch it up lil bra

Foot on they neck make show they never sleep on us

Yeah

You know how I do

You fuckin with the one I never number two I'm never in the mix

I'm out here making moves

If you knew what I knew

you be out here getting to it to

AP the fuckin Hot Lord I'm nothing like these fools

Bet the bag on my self I collect all the revenue

I show these fuckers how to move

You fuckin with the realest dude

Looking in the mirror I'm my only competition fool

Just know that

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