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I'm not no hyperpop ass kid, bitch, I done it all

Poppin' Xans, sniffin' heroin and Fentanyl

Too many times I seen my fuckin' mother cry

But I can't let her down, I swear I'm gonna fly

I gave up half my life to make three hundred racks

Ever since I got a bag I'm never going back

I used to sit outside the trap house waiting for a pill

Now I shop at Saks and drop a bag, like, fuck the bill

I produce all my shit, you can't sound like me

And you can't do this on your own, without the industry

I swear your goats be my sons, they look up to me

I'ma prove that I'm the one, bitch, I know it's me