They still call me YBP

Some friends switch they hate on me

I told you, I'm the one who sees

You don't got real loyalties

When you gonna open up and really see, what it is, ho

I paper chase like I work at Dunder Miff, ho

You don't wanna play with me cause I play stiff, ho

This the re-up, we up, this is it, ho

Yeah, yeah, said this is it, ho

We up, re-up

Bitch, I got a plan to run it up be making stupid money

What you think you finna do come up in here and take it from me

I ain't never gonna let that happen sucka, what a dummy

You gon' be a super track star the way you running from me

I be rocking super wet diamonds, they dripping off my wrist

Fuck around and see if I'm shooting, then I can never miss

When it come to making bangers homie, I cannot resist

I make my own shit, I don't need no assist

Even if we on different waves, don't mean we can't coexist

Wish we parted ways like continental drift

Ya ho super cheap, you could sell her at the thrift

Only jealous bitches wanna have a conflict

You talk down on my bitch, you better know you getting fist

Chopper got precision hit you in the mouth, no kiss

Will you make it out, I don't know, I will not predict

Go on, fuck around we pulling up equipped

This world so divided, why we hidin' we can make it far

I'm like a percaholic, so you know I keep a bar

You ain't one of us, it's hard to tell who you are

I'ma be remembered as the one who made his dreams come true from a small town

Yeah, yeah

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