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Came up out the gutter, now my roof do disappear, Pull up in a Phantom, leave ‘em starin’ in the rear. I been countin’ racks while they daydreamin’ careers, Told my jeweler make it flood—now my wrist got chandeliers. Ain’t no cappin’ in my circle, we don’t talk, we just show, Might just cop another yacht, give my problems to the coast. If you scared, go to church—boy, I trap in the pulpits, Got that Saints gold on me, I don’t even do fits. They be talkin’ ‘bout that work, I done moved that, flipped that, Took a half a milli’, made it triple off a six-pack. Now my crib so big, I might just Airbnb a room, Told my chef, “I need that lobster when I wake up past noon!” I ain’t sign a single deal, but I done bought a block, Had to switch the SIM again—feds still lurkin’ on the spot. I been movin’ like a king, I ain’t never seen a loss, Told ‘em "If you ain’t talkin’ millions, you ain’t speakin’ to a boss!" Yeah, my name hold weight, boy, check the zip code, Tryna flex on me? That's like tryin’ to rob a Brinks load. Pistol on the table, next to racks and a mink coat, Drippin’ so hard, I make the levee line sink low. I ain't playin’ fair, I ain't playin’ games, If I ever take a loss, I just write it off in chains. Turn a quarter brick to acres, that’s a hundred in exchange, Now my safe look like a temple, boy, my money pray in flames Uh, big dog, big racks, big flex, I just spent ya label budget on a private jet. Told the pilot, "Hit the throttle, let me feel the stress," I been flyin’ over states I don’t even know exist. I don’t need no ghostwriter, boy, my brain the Holy Grail, If I spit a verse in Latin, I could probably break a spell. I got money in my veins, I got profit in my cells, I been eatin’ for so long, even my napkins made of wealth. Two-tone Rollie, call it Gemini wrist, Black car keys, got infinity trips. Gold on my teeth, boy, my dentist too rich, Every line like a bullet—ain't no safety on this. I ain't human, I'm a movement, boy, the planet know my name, If they ever build a statue, need it carved in gold flames. Presidential status, I might buy the whole plane, Then tell TSA to watch me walk right through the gate. Yeah, my flow so divine, even heaven gotta pay me, If I ever drop a sermon, it’ll shake the whole nation. I don’t need a co-sign, I don’t need no validation, If I ever lost my voice, I’d just rap through translations. Money jumpin’ out the vault like a jailbreak, I just taught a hustler how to make a billion—call it sales faith. I just built a crib so big, it’s got a rail space, I just bought a jet just to take it on a whale chase.
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Came up out the gutter, now my roof do disappear, Pull up in a Phantom, leave ‘em starin’ in the rear. I been countin’ racks while they daydreamin’ careers, Told my jeweler make it flood—now my wrist got chandeliers. Ain’t no cappin’ in my circle, we don’t talk, we just show, Might just cop another yacht, give my problems to the coast. If you scared, go to church—boy, I trap in the pulpits, Got that Saints gold on me, I don’t even do fits. They be talkin’ ‘bout that work, I done moved that, flipped that, Took a half a milli’, made it triple off a six-pack. Now my crib so big, I might just Airbnb a room, Told my chef, “I need that lobster when I wake up past noon!” I ain’t sign a single deal, but I done bought a block, Had to switch the SIM again—feds still lurkin’ on the spot. I been movin’ like a king, I ain’t never seen a loss, Told ‘em "If you ain’t talkin’ millions, you ain’t speakin’ to a boss!" Yeah, my name hold weight, boy, check the zip code, Tryna flex on me? That's like tryin’ to rob a Brinks load. Pistol on the table, next to racks and a mink coat, Drippin’ so hard, I make the levee line sink low. I ain't playin’ fair, I ain't playin’ games, If I ever take a loss, I just write it off in chains. Turn a quarter brick to acres, that’s a hundred in exchange, Now my safe look like a temple, boy, my money pray in flames Uh, big dog, big racks, big flex, I just spent ya label budget on a private jet. Told the pilot, "Hit the throttle, let me feel the stress," I been flyin’ over states I don’t even know exist. I don’t need no ghostwriter, boy, my brain the Holy Grail, If I spit a verse in Latin, I could probably break a spell. I got money in my veins, I got profit in my cells, I been eatin’ for so long, even my napkins made of wealth. Two-tone Rollie, call it Gemini wrist, Black car keys, got infinity trips. Gold on my teeth, boy, my dentist too rich, Every line like a bullet—ain't no safety on this. I ain't human, I'm a movement, boy, the planet know my name, If they ever build a statue, need it carved in gold flames. Presidential status, I might buy the whole plane, Then tell TSA to watch me walk right through the gate. Yeah, my flow so divine, even heaven gotta pay me, If I ever drop a sermon, it’ll shake the whole nation. I don’t need a co-sign, I don’t need no validation, If I ever lost my voice, I’d just rap through translations. Money jumpin’ out the vault like a jailbreak, I just taught a hustler how to make a billion—call it sales faith. I just built a crib so big, it’s got a rail space, I just bought a jet just to take it on a whale chase.
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