[Intro]
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[Verse]
Percocet, Tramadol
Nicotine, and the tree involved
Mix it up, switch it up, I'ma have me a lil' fucking bar
I'm the one who got the most game, I could show 'em all how to fucking ball
I'm the staple of the team, in a lake of lean like I was LaMelo Ball
You ain't get it, I'm talking 'bout a staple, like it's Staples Center
I ain't talk 'bout Lavar, it's a shame that LaMelo ain't make it to Lakers
And I'm talking 'bout a lake of lean 'cause I be sipping on maple
My bitches, they pretty like Maybelline, doеs that mean I made it?
Well, no, I don't got a lot of fans, but I lovе 'em
It's hard to explain the love that I got for you, so I'm making it public
The emotion is balled up, so I hop on the mic and put it in a structure
I want 'em to understand how I feel 'bout the music, it's more like a lecture
But I want you know that it's one more thing that I gotta say
Aye son, you might be up on your own, but it's gon' be okay
Yeah, fuck what the lames say
You went and left that broke ass, lame ass dude 'cause you don't wanna fuck with a lame, bae
You finally did it, I'm so proud of you
[Outro]
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Sometimes shit get too real, you just gotta speak your mind
When you see the real agains the fake
The love against the hate