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One single and I'm A-list

You ain't even on a list, nigga

We not even on the same shit

Different book, different chapter, different pages

March to my own drum and cadence

Niggas can't afford the maintenance

I am many things but never basic

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Younger bitches say I'm ageless

Then they call me daddy

If it wasn't for that ass, I'd be a atheist

I ain't ever down badly

Sadly, never could lock me down if they had me

Take off in the Cooper like a Rocket, call it Bradley

This a slapper, where the ass cheeks?

Make it rain downtown, tell 'em "that's three"

You could ask anybody that could ask me

I get it in anywhere where the cash be

So when it's time for the finale

Only thing that you on top of is a trash heap

One single and I'm A-list

You ain't even on a list, nigga

We not even on the same shit

Different book, different chapter, different pages

March to my own drum and cadence

Niggas can't afford the maintenance

I am many things but never basic

Hey Siri, add to playlist

Compare me to who?

Every track's an experiment, I am just the variable

I am not these rappers tryna run wit the bull

Had to let me off the leash, cuz you unfit to pull

And I'm MSD strong, word to the alumnus

Know how to spot an imposter if one among us

Orange County bitches so sweet, they bleed Sunkist

Cinderella man made a Benz from a pumpkin

They call the color "sunburst"

Ladies love cool me cuz they know wit me they come first

And my whole team bloodthirst

Always showing love but love hurts

One single and I'm A-list

You ain't even on a list, nigga

We not even on the same shit

Different book, different chapter, different pages

March to my own drum and cadence

Niggas can't afford the maintenance

I am many things but never basic

Hey Siri, add to playlist

Never need a reason to kill the track

I got the people ear and no plan to give it back

Who's a black sheep? You could get with this or that

Don't ever spit the cap, that's word to my fitted cap

Just let a nigga rap, eat and look fresh

Smothered in em cheeks sound to me like a good death

While niggas beg for scraps the hood left

We was outside, grabbing everything that we could get

So here I stand, a man can demand to rock

I'm tryna get the bag, one like Santa got

And shorty let me crush, like a can of pop

But I made it spill, so she grabbed the mop

One single and I'm A-list

You ain't even on a list, nigga

We not even on the same shit

Different book, different chapter, different pages

March to my own drum and cadence

Niggas can't afford the maintenance

I am many things but never basic

Hey Siri, add to playlist