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No introduction needed, I'm a genius You know me, I stay G'd up 'Bout to go bigger than Meech A-Cold-Wall cardigan, fleece I dress like I could have been Jesus Walk with the thorns on my feet Money gave me OCD I stack up the racks, all neat Your baby boy's biting, they teethin' SMA gold, I'ma feed them Step outta line, I beat them 'Cause you and your daddy not even Yeah, I was just broke, this the millionaire flow They wish they were me and I wish that they won't Do with that shit, nigga, stand on your own I'm on my own, I can't give a dog a bone, yeah Where your racks like I stole them, bag up the dough, yeah Demon mode, tryna sell me a soul, yeah 2019, getting rich for the whole year We eating good, no more rice at home, yeah I make her soak, yeah, I get her wet-wet Top, dome, neck-neck, coupe-coupe, 'Vette, bet Don't know 'bout that shoe spray, I still won't protect it N.E.R.D, yeah, I roll with a Tech Deck I love a third eye, I know where you at Just left Dubai, Rolls-Royce, back at the back, yeah Hop on the flight, flight attendant know who I am And she not my wife, she wanna smoke, yeah, she wanna pipe How can she slap? (How can she slap?) Run up the racks, I ain't goin' back to the trap Hop on the stage, immediately go Mike Jack These terrorist hoes tryna blow me like Iraq Hopped on Earth, I wanna make more niggas, and my wife stay black It is what it is and it was what is was, this is this, this is that No, I can't go clueless, I'm in south like Ludacris I sat down with Judas, you think I knew this? Run with a blue ting, causing a nuisance All that talk, but you niggas just useless I ain't going out sad, I ain't going out stupid African gene, yeah, talk with a toothpick Skin never going away, can't lose it Verified in the streets, fuck a blue tick (yeah) Count up the racks, make sure it's all there Young black and rich, got the racists scared When I cry, nigga, got blood for tears Money died and I can't even think that I've failed Food at the table, my niggas, we share Fuck the charts, I'ma get a hit song this year Big gelato, I don't drink beer I don't wanna hear the word "sauce" in here I ain't tryna fuck, she tryna force me here I want the dome, yeah, hands on her horse weave hair