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Anonymass Still in the Cadillac, swervin' Makin' church money off a sermon Two cell phones, I've been servin' Never been fucked out a check, I'm a virgin Bad bitches that I've been curvin' Washin' dirty money in detergent Still ridin' 'round the town, swervin' You should probably chill 'cause you're makin' them nervous I'm gettin', big checks I'm gettin', big checks This is not a, big flex Yeah, I make M's, please don't call me Dr. Dre though Forty on my hip, but I'm not Canseco Knots and payphones, keep a Glock like Waco Coolin', tryna make myself a lot like Bedros Two phones, the burner stay close I'll make a fool out a rapper like the first of April Bumpin' Lil Durk, gettin' work from Draco I take her to the trap, not to Turks & Caicos I made it out the city, but boujee, I'm far from it She could fuck me, but she ain't gon' get her a car from it Every month, pay my mama's mortgage in all hunnids Letras de cancionesAnd my dogs, they'll never say a word, but they still all gunnas Clutchin' the pack like ball runners I'd be ashamed to rap if I did y'all numbers Y'all out of style like tall tees and hummers If you in the field, it must be an off-season summer And I don't mean an album by J. Cole It's obvious that y'all Achille's heel ain't just under the ankle I stepped into my greatness, it made 'em ungrateful When you the GOAT, you gonna be somebody's scapegoat Still in the Cadillac, swervin' Makin' church money off a sermon Two cell phones, I've been servin' Never been fucked out a check, I'm a virgin Bad bitches that I've been curvin' Washin' dirty money in detergent Still ridin' 'round the town, swervin' You should probably chill 'cause you're makin' them nervous I'm gettin', big checks I'm gettin', big checks This is not a, big flex They come in the game for the fame, they pop and never last long I made a rapper advance off of my trap phone Then toured around the country and brought it back home Hard to stay relevant lyin' in all your rap songs Spent a lot on your chain then didn't stay in your lane So what you blew up fast? You gone as quick as you came Y'all some industry plants that couldn't weather the rain All that money from the label was a waste, what a shame This is no clout, this was all game I took the slow route, made it all gains They threw dirt on my name, I made a campaign Then took the blood, sweat, and tears, made it champagne Tap water to Fiji, black balled, they ain't need me Now there's ghosts 'round the crib like I'm playin' with ouijas Ten years goin' hard still, make it look easy Talk back, you get smacked, dog, better believe me Mask on like Yeezy, I stack freely Bring the drama to your DJ, is that Jeezy? I got 'Mass on the track like he Mancini And I got everything I wanted like I had genies Still in the Cadillac, swervin' Makin' church money off a sermon Two cell phones, I've been servin' Never been fucked out a check, I'm a virgin Bad bitches that I've been curvin' Washin' dirty money in detergent Still ridin' 'round the town, swervin' You should probably chill 'cause you're makin' them nervous I'm gettin', big checks I'm gettin', big checks This is not a, big flex From Letras Mania