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Think I'm broke, think I'm fake This is the assemble
Creators or collaborators and those responsible For the last few years of pain, the poor listeners
about to endure Please return your awards and all the applause
Cause what a show, mother***ers come with a call
Yo, heel toe the way I get and go, bro I ain't no promoter, don't get me to promote
Just give me the P's, I love all the G's Jumping like fleas, bringing the keys
Everybody freeze, this ain't the grieve See I'm coming different angle
Niggas ain't like me, I can never cancel See them other artists, patty round them ankle
Sick and brickish shingles, we don't make no jingles
And we like to gamble, listen I've been missing I'm coming a different way
And my missus got me tripping for something I didn't say
Is it me, for I'm high and my eyes don't show?
No, cause I'm young and I rap and my bag's real low
Yo, *** it though I cut it, throw a bucket on my list
Yo, *** it though I cut it, throw a bucket on my list
Yo, *** it though I cut it, throw a bucket on my list
Labels wanna sign me then they don't and now they're pissed
Yo, everything was blessed then it wouldn't be so blissed
But some people I'd rather cuss than kiss
I'm on road, I'm on wave
Gotta go, I can't stay
Get up low, still up late
Think I'm broke, think I'm fake
We sell odds with no appeal
You can't tell me what's real
That's how I feel
Still, still, still
We sell odds with no appeal
You can't tell me what's real
That's how I feel, feel
Still, still