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Lot on My Mind I see you, I see you praying I see you praying on em Haha, you dig? I see you haters having problems Way too many problems Mic check, check, check, check, check, check Check, check, check, check Ooh, where my mic check? These bitches, they been all at my neck (lil bitch!) These bitches, all in my call log You ain't put your team on, you ain't a boss, dog Can't even let these niggas close Jealous homies set you up and now you smoke (now you smoke) You just spent up all the money, now you broke (now you broke) You been internet flexin' for these hoes (hoes) Whole lot of friends turned to enemies Smile in my face and said they proud of me Now they lookin' at me like I hit the lottery 'Cause I'm rich but bitch, you ain't gotta lie to me Ooh, I done watched some niggas change up They hit for me a couple pieces, we don't chain tuck Too much ice, bust down, I'm still rained up And if some niggas wanna try me, get your brain fuc*** She gon' f*** me 'cause I'm famous, post my picture up I call Boris, that's my driver, he gone pick you up Couple losses but more wins, we still racked up On the road, doin' shows, I'm so booked up (booked up) Smile in my face and said they proud of me Now they lookin' at me like I hit the lottery 'Cause I'm rich but bitch, you ain't gotta lie to me Ooh, I done watched some niggas change up They hit for me a couple pieces, we don't chain tuck Too much ice, bust down, I'm still rained up And if some niggas wanna try me, get your brain fuc*** She gon' f*** me 'cause I'm famous, post my picture up I call Boris, that's my driver, he gone pick you up Couple losses but more wins, we still racked up On the road, doin' shows, I'm so booked up (booked up) You know what I'm sayin', these-these niggas be winnin' so much They can't wait to see you lose, they can't wait to see you fall Ooh, Cartier on me Made my first mil', shit I was still hungry Back then all them hoes, they was flexin' on me See me on TV, now she sexin' on me Got the Maybach, finna cop the Wraith on 'em Naw, for real they gon' hate on me And I got your bitch been missin', she gon' wait on me Told double XL I was straight on it (haha) I'm finally rich, I knew that they would hate on me (rich!) They ran up in the crib and had the K on me I was slippin', thank God that I'm livin' 'Cause it all could've been different 'Bout to put these stars in my ceiling 'Cause my bitch straight from heaven Rich Forever, bitch I'm in it Get a check then I spend it R.I.P. X, man You know what I'm sayin? Young niggas get that bag, man Get that bag, stay humble Ya dig, and that's that Get a rack packs and back backs
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