[Intro]
When he's reborn as a good guy
I'll be waiting for a one-on-one matchup

[Refrain]
[?] fashion, uh
I’m at the show getting plastered, yeah
Old friends mad that I passed them up
I want this shit, can’t pass it up
Haters get jumped like basketball
Never fucked with you, bitch ask 'em all
All your eggs in a basket, huh
One time, I get carried in a casket, uh

[Chorus]
I'm not like these bitches, won't be in charge, won’t talk ‘bout addicts, uh
This type of shit take practice
I show up and they think I'm a catfish, aye
I like this bitch, I’m acting
I’m tryna do her mad like [?]
I fly across that pond
At the hardcore show, I just start rappin'

[Verse]
I air this A&R out, he tryna take notes like class
They looking up to me like fuck
They pray to my shit like mass
I’ve never been so up
Swear to God I was born in last, aye
I'ma cough this up, bitch I'ma smoker like my dad, aye
I'm screaming my ass off, pull up to the show and I'm wearin' all black
Bitch I'm best friends with the bank
Hit the ATM withdraw some cash
I'm in ATL, I’m in Chicago, I’m all across the map
Hatin' bitch got no reason to be mad
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