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All this negative shit, yeah it be bad for my health
They say to carry along, well ima carry myself
But when I'm balling on the court I be like Curry himself
Don't wanna see me in the light, so they put me up on the shelf

It's like I got a cheat code
Doing it with ease, yeah I keep it on the dlow
Kill the verse with accuracy, I'm looking through a peephole
Blinded by the lights, yeah I put shades on like some G shit
Flexing on the ones who said I wasn't gonna be shit
Fly around the country, spending all this money
Cashin checks and counting money, flexing bands I ain't wanting
I ain't want it, baby I ain't want it
You can have a hundred
Saint Laurant or maybe Prada
You can give it to your mama

I be walking with a limp, you see the pain in my eyes
I keep a smile on my face, but yeah that's just a disguise
But since I do this by myself, I gotta stand up with pride
I'm doing fine
Don't gotta lie
I got a girl that will ride
Why they tryna race me to fame
And throw that dirt up on my name
No time for bullshit or the games
Gotta buy my girl a diamond ring
Why they tryna go for me
I do my own shit
Get your girl to roll for me
Then watch me smoke it

All this negative shit, yeah it be bad for my health
They say to carry along, well ima carry myself
But when I'm balling on the court I be like Curry himself
Don't wanna see me in the light, so they put me up on the shelf

It's like I got a cheat code
Doing it with ease, yeah I keep it on the dlow
Kill the verse with accuracy, I'm looking through a peephole
Blinded by the lights, yeah I put shades on like some G shit
Flexing on the ones who said I wasn't gonna be shit
Fly around the country, spending all this money
Cashin checks and counting money, flexing bands I ain't wanting
I ain't want it, baby I ain't want it
You can have a hundred
Saint Laurant or maybe Prada
You can give it to your mama



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Writer(s): Joseph Sharp
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