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I'm not no hyperpop ass kid, bitch, I done it all
Poppin' Xans, sniffin' heroin and Fentanyl
Too many times I seen my fuckin' mother cry
But I can't let her down, I swear I'm gonna fly
I gave up half my life to make three hundred racks
Ever since I got a bag I'm never going back
I used to sit outside the trap house waiting for a pill
Now I shop at Saks and drop a bag, like, fuck the bill
I produce all my shit, you can't sound like me
And you can't do this on your own, without the industry
I swear your goats be my sons, they look up to me
I'ma prove that I'm the one, bitch, I know it's me