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Yeah, yeah You know She called me on my phone, asked me what I'm sippin' on Look Louis in my cup Louis on my clothes Lou smoking gabagoo, we pass that pick n' roll My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes All my money straight, so Aminé never fold I'm back on, back on, back on shit They thought was hard, I passed on bitch I'm Dre I get my Mac on, if that ass is fast I last long Found solace in promises Kept by bitches who swallowin' All my kids, they keep gobblin' Write for who? They keep hollerin' A&R's with the silencers, shot for us, but we silence 'em Niggas hate but they wanna be us Jealousy be so fond of us Presidential on my wrist, now I'm the head of state Letras de cancionesEverybody want the fame, but don't know what it take Can't be your true self while seeking validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation I said, can't be your true self while seeking validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation So it's K to the, A to the A to the, K to the Doin' what we want 'cause we want nigga I said it's it's K to the, A to the A to the, K to the Doin' what we want 'cause we want nigga Leases on your chain, leases on your chain Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same It's hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame More cap in this rap shit than your graduation Hatin' niggas be the ones out here congratulatin' I don't know who you are, beef ain't nothin' to moi Niggas be delusional, thinking we close but we far You out of place Get my weed out of state Pretty bitches give me face On her knees like rolling trays Got a main and bae Don't care what these niggas say Ballin' fuck a resume Pull her hair, fuck the lace (That's very true) I got plaques to give my kids But until I'm six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit Can't be your true self while seeking validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation I said, can't be your true self while seeking validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation So it's K to the, A to the A to the, K to the Doin' what we want 'cause we want nigga I said it's it's K to the, A to the A to the, K to the Doin' what we want 'cause we want Hatin' niggas I'm sick of When we talk you listen Fight in me my fist up Control shit like SZA Hatin' niggas I'm sick of When we talk you listen Fight in me my fist up Control shit like SZA Yeah Wake up, wake up Yeah, yeah Wake up Gone for a moment but not forever, not for long Throw up your K&As Remind these niggas man, look Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B My biggest haters niggas who didn't make the league Sold out dates Seen on seven seas Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUVs Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn't buy the steeze Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn't match the fee Bitch I'm in my bag, not in the industry The flow so player play this shit in the limousine Okay, rappers wrap it up KAYTRAMINÉ best rap album, competition none "Underrated," they tryna act like I ain't drop seventy one Sickamore said it best, all you niggas bums These niggas keep on talkin' in my ear like I care, but I don't Shorty's unsending DMs, that rappers won't Talk to me dicey 'Cause they know the verse is getting very, very pricey Call my nigga Richie when I need assurance 503 in AZ, bitch I look like Terrance Know you listenin', but you don't fuckin' hear us Y'all can keep countin' me out, I'm just gone my carats I put Halle Berry in my close friends Why the fuck would all you niggas think I need anymore friends? I don't like you rappers, I don't like you hoes Bitch I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole Yeah, y'all talkin' like we equals when we know you smeagles Two face niggas don't understand we gone see through All that bullshit that you hiding True colors always show, it's always perfect timing From Letras Mania