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[Curt@!n$]
Black Dior denim, footwear Bottega
Never perfect on the pen, and on the weather
T-shirt hever, and yea got some holes in it
But I'm in whatever, as long as there some holes in it
Sick of hearing n***as and their old fibbing
You just a new school rapper with an old gimmick
Plus you got my old image
Flipping invisible birds, n***as ghost dealing
Talking 'bout how you cop pies and you pop guys
You can't play Popeye with no spinach
I be everywhere and back, see every time I land there
Somebody at the airport, n***a I got fam there
b**h, holler at a n***a don't just stand there
You can't really say you fly without airfare
I know a hundred n***as, thousand dollar outfits
Still living at home, still on their momma couches
And I don't go out much but every time I go out
I show out and I can pull the b**h you out with
She left that n***a stuck like a vegetable
Don't mind her, a real n***a what she checking for
And if she checking dough, I tell her there
You get what's right of the decimal, looky here
I got bills to pay, I got rent in L.A
I just left NY, I'll be back in a day
I was out in New Orleans, riding through the third ward
Seeing people starving, give a man a dollar for his
Troubles and said sorry, wish I could do more
But I be up in Barney's, flipping through some Bauman
For a bargain, I got a watch when I spin
End of the day it's just cotton and thread
And Pinky on my arm, like dope you gotta go in
n***a I stay's in like winter when it's snowing
sh**...
Ain't no pressure if I'm want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly creeping away from me
I'm only here, so why you playing, I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down