System
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(All of these n*ggas the same)
(All of these n*ggas too lame)
(All of these n*ggas the same)
(All of these n*ggas too lame)
(Sh*t... is that rexi?)
Yeah
All of these n*ggas the same
All of these n*ggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a range
So I be switching up lanes
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Swear to God I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keeping the change
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas that's talking that sh*t
Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
Man I be going insane
Sippin' on lean till I faint
I feel that sh*t in my brain
I feel that sh*t in my veins
I'm the studio cooking up hits and my lil brother saying "goddamn"
I cannot stop till I'm counting on hunnids on
Hunnids on hunnids of rands
I put that sh*t on my gang
I put that sh*t on my name
Put some respect on my name
You can get popped in the brain
I'm getting high as a plane
I'm feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Fuck n*gga reach for my chain
Lil n*gga you know you can't
Who the f*ck you?
(Uh) That n*gga is an imposter
Run up on me, you gon' meet with the monster
I got a h*e that look like Willy Wonka
I wanna hop in a big body Tonka
Scoring on h*es like I'm Diego Costa
I got a b*tch with a nickname Rhonda
Swerving on h*es like I hopped In Honda
N*ggas know that I'm the man
I just got me a new chain
I heard that h*e was your main
Sorry, that h*e for the gang
Don't give a f*ck 'bout a thing
Run up on me? No you can't
All you gon' hear is a Bang
All you gon' hear is a (?)
All of these n*ggas the same
All of these n*ggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a range
So I be switching up lanes
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Swear to God I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keep the change
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas that's talking that sh*t
Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(All of these n*ggas the same)
(All of these n*ggas too lame)
(All of these n*ggas the same)
(All of these n*ggas too lame)
(Sh*t... is that rexi?)
Yeah
All of these n*ggas the same
All of these n*ggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a range
So I be switching up lanes
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Swear to God I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keeping the change
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas that's talking that sh*t
Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
Man I be going insane
Sippin' on lean till I faint
I feel that sh*t in my brain
I feel that sh*t in my veins
I'm the studio cooking up hits and my lil brother saying "goddamn"
I cannot stop till I'm counting on hunnids on
Hunnids on hunnids of rands
I put that sh*t on my gang
I put that sh*t on my name
Put some respect on my name
You can get popped in the brain
I'm getting high as a plane
I'm feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Fuck n*gga reach for my chain
Lil n*gga you know you can't
Who the f*ck you?
(Uh) That n*gga is an imposter
Run up on me, you gon' meet with the monster
I got a h*e that look like Willy Wonka
I wanna hop in a big body Tonka
Scoring on h*es like I'm Diego Costa
I got a b*tch with a nickname Rhonda
Swerving on h*es like I hopped In Honda
N*ggas know that I'm the man
I just got me a new chain
I heard that h*e was your main
Sorry, that h*e for the gang
Don't give a f*ck 'bout a thing
Run up on me? No you can't
All you gon' hear is a Bang
All you gon' hear is a (?)
All of these n*ggas the same
All of these n*ggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a range
So I be switching up lanes
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the fame
Swear to God I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keep the change
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas that's talking that sh*t
Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
(Yeah... yeah-eah-eah)
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