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Ain't no half stepping fuck a semi tone

I got entry codes, he call me bb like we're renting homes

So I cuddle him and I send him home

Don't start picturing me in wedding clothes

Thats not real life

Fuck your cartoons, thats a hentai joke

I took a lot of L's in private, we don't mention those

They had plans for me to lose my screws

I put a wrench in those

We were at Henson, crew expensive in some fendi clothes

Labels taking months to respond and I'm taking mental notes

You let me down

I thought we had a good thing

You changing temperatures on me just like a mood ring

In too deep, like good D

Get my paper, and I proofread

Stay out the tea, loose leaf

Its all gravy, poutine

Not hard to tell that I'm different

Having heart to hearts with some of my competition

Telling me they're not even close to me got me trippin

I'm like even if you know that I'm better don't admit it

But you spitting, I'll admit it, man this business unforgiving

Only on my knees when I'm snatching souls

I was out at Capitol, pulled up in my average clothes

Not even polished, like they hit me with some acetone

And the fans still buying me shots cuz they're glad I'm home, damn

You had your chance but you fumbled a ten

Now I hug you from the side, cuz I'm fucking your friend

We'll make a toast to you, like butter and bread

Then jam it up inside 'fore he tuck me in bed

Fuck what u said, it all moves so fast and we're barely blinking

Me and the Quips were drinking, bumping our idols thinking

And studying their moves, making music across from Lincoln

Now I make dope with my teachers like Jesse Pinkman

On the weekends

Might get conceited

They keep letting me skip the lines, and the fees

And the bills, it always feels like Christmas time

When the dreams get too real, I know I'mma miss the nights

When we free'd at Raf and Smyth's and couldn't afford The Nines

And sometime they'll hang our jerseys up in the rafters

Lets keep the party moving, where we pulling up after

He thinks he did me good, damn I'm such good actor

They should put me in a cast like a fracture

Let's cut the chatter, please

Its starting to feel like overages

While everybody wanna talk about their foreign whips

At the party mooning someones son like a solar eclipse

I know he showed his friends my page like bro I swear she did

I got a standing ovation though

Guess he got a girl he ditched that he came with though

Everyone knows but her he wants a replacement ho

And nobodies being real to her like showing a vacant home

Far as arrangements go, mine made for the top

Everyone say their life is a movie, cuz their jewelry is just a prop

Virgin-ass fans, why y'all so mad at some wap

How long I gotta rap better than y'all and act like I'm not

C'mon