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Hedo Türkoğlu how I work the magic This ain't work, I'm just servin' practice In my own lane, still they make me swerve the traffic Write off papi how I swerve the taxes Just came here to express like the A train But if you wan' get local with the vocals I'll come across from my garden and go postal 'Cause y'all mad famous for years and still broke, ooh Y'all chase bills, I Bill Russelled the shit Led myself to a chip, who coached you? I see that pain in your eyes, who owns you? Know you don't know me, but fam, do you know you? My eyes burn from how I see it wеll All them jewels just your vеrsion of a BBL And dudes would rather die than to be themselves But I guess it's just the ups and downs of this shit Barkeep, pour a couple rounds of this shit Fake shit all back in style yet again We gon' wait it out Visions and fruitions They kept me on the outskirts 'cause my intuition Winnin' off the same shit I pitched 'em Watchin' 'em strike out from a distance Born and raised, Hell's Kitchen In the beginning, those close, they'll miss it Imported praise Had to go foreign to go local to go back to foreign now in London They'll sing this Them same pitches that they turned down Got me feelin' home court where the pitch is They'll get it So well wishes to you bitches 'Cause through the ups and downs, I'm still in it, yeah Guess it's just the ups and downs of this shit Barkeep, pour a couple rounds of this shit Fake shit all back in style yet again We gon' wait it out