Lyrics QUE. – Intro
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Ok. Now, this is just the beginning of a motherfucking rap cause I kept my mouth closed for too long. Talk to ’em
I done kept it real from the jump, nigga
Took a lot of shit and kept my mouth closed
Just know you’re playing with the right one
Ever since a nigga dropped out and slept on
Old ass rappers like some dope that was stepped on
Put a topic on the table, see who really merkin’
And check these niggas pockets, see who really hurtin’
Niggas love to flex, but be dumb as a bitch
Put him on the spot and make him read, watch how he stutterin’ shit
Your favorite rapper talk that trap shit, but never speak numbers
Now that’s the shit that raise a red flag and make a nigga wonder
Aye it’s the sixth man, I feel like Manu Ginóbili
I put a show on for the fans like I’m playing at the Garden
Put two and two together, now you tell me who should be starting
I’m not a rapper, I just took a break from hooping
Right now, I’m getting paid to talk shit and fuck the groupies
While them same hating niggas somewhere looking goofy
Me while I’m busy getting rich and gaining weight
Hundred dollar plates, eating for the times we never ate
With some bitches on the way and umbrellas in my drink
Getting
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and my hair
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