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Set the bar high, here's a verse from the archives That I pulled off of the hard drive, smart guy Look into a shark's eyes, you'll get hogtied Like I got mob ties, throw hands till he's cockeyed If he fucks with the spinach, then I'm Popeye I'll be outside, I don't hide face, stop by 20's were a blur but I got by Thought I cap, why? I do not lie, times got hard so I embraced my soft side Life felt like it was going counterclockwise Don't go offside, cross the line then you not wise Cut ties, now I'm your enemy, I'm the wrong guy Can't even pretend to be a calm guy Can't calm down, I go off like a bomb, try Coming at me sideways, then it's R.I.P. my guy Now it's time to tell your mom bye This ain't a game, don't you know I said no to fame It's so insane, they say they know you, only know the name It's done, it's a wrap, it's over man You a bum, you whack, we know you lame You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough You trash, you suck, you ain't moving up You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough You trash you suck you aint moving up I been putting hours in, I been stacking paper up I been kinda humble all my life I always gave a fuck I been copping properties and aint nobody saving us Life is like Monopoly and that why I been saving up I've been making money while my haters will just take offense They mad they ain't making dollars to me it aint making sense I don't need no handouts, I hold my own like I'm Rambo Money is the motive, I'ma take care of my fam though They said I wouldn't be shit, they don't know me and they not me They cant stop me, they talking They capping and that shit don't shock me My baby got a body like a Ferrari, she do Pilates Catch me rolling in a Bugatti in Abu Dhabi What I dreamed about is being manifested Haters wanna hate, they reject it, they can't accept it Back up, I'ma get mine and stack up regardless I'ma get this paper to these haters, I am heartless This ain't a game, don't you know I said no to fame It's so insane, they say they know you, only know the name It's done, it's a wrap, it's over man You a bum, you whack, we know you lame You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough You trash, you suck, you ain't moving up You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough You trash you suck you aint moving up
Writer(s): Dillon Daniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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