[Verse 1] I love them all Fans and naysayers Max and fake players Lovers and player haters Brothers that trade gators But thats copycat cause they want the same flavor But I was thought that bigger fences make better neighbors I told Fest to hold tight and get greater later He didnt have the patience so he tried to take my paper When brothers gonna learn? With this is longterm Respects bout to earn but greenhouse wont burn [Break] Motherfuckers, they think they can really fuck with me at this shit Its what I do, man, you cant stop the kid Going in, bro [Verse 2] How should I begin? Back on my grind again, biters wanna bite the kid Writers wanna slight the kid Herbs got nerve to criticize the life I live But if they cant relate then I dont lie for them But if youre listening now, home or out in the crowd I gotta assume you feeling the style Otherwise you probably wouldve turned me off like Ok, back to the track This is for my cats that stack the paper up My people packingtape it up Im just a cat in rap tryna make a buck You got a platinum plaque but I say you suck You fake fuck, this is my true life story The same, bro, I came from shoebox money Now dudes wanna remove all due props from me Cause you do what you wanna do when you got money What?
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