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Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted It's misprinted Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription Nigga, shut up, listen Soles of my feet red, these the Christians Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians You in my presence, consider yourself gifted Okay, we know you tellin' the tales You know who ringin' the bells You know who leavin' the trails You know who got it Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet? Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic And I know you know, but do she know? Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo? The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note They peepin' through the peephole I'm peekin' through the people And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, "They lookin' for me" And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, "They cookin' for me" These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true It's true You know that it's true True Pride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah My bad we winnin', know you hate that It's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track We step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah I grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it My angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits We got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision We in the same pic, but we frame different Fuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different Don't got the same drip, we rain different And here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin' We take the same shots, but we aim different Yuh, true Yeah, I'm aimin' at you Uh, and you know that it's true You know that it's- Uh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally I dream vividly, so don't trigger me I never pivot back, I never pigeonhole And I could call him back, don't got his digits, though True, you know that it's true You know that it's true Ain't lookin' at you But you know that it's true
Writer(s): Michele Maggiore, Jaylah Ji Mya Hickmon, Leo Conoza, Jake Libassi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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