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[Intro]

(Maximum value)

Uh, I'll give you what you came for (Ah, ah, what you—)

[Chorus]

I'll give you what you came for (Tony), what you got

I never learned to skateboard, but I learned to grind

Some of my niggas had to make more, so they turned to crime

When they told me I would stay poor, learned to rhyme

[Verse]

Ma, I gotta claim more, love the way I rhyme

She like, "Why you give me cake for?" You buyin' Saint La—

I remind her of a break boy, dancin' on her box

When-when I'm out the States, drink-drinkin' in a bar

I got Cartier like Playboi, acres on a high

Why I'm known in every state for? Stayin' on the line

I'm the man in every wave form, handin' a nigga law

I know passive how I came off, manic in the thoughts

Know it gave a nigga day jobs, stayin' on the block

Sta-stack in case the rain fall, hit me for the drought

On this path, but I take long, thank you for the route

Talkin' bad on niggas names, dog, ready for a fight

You get spun like I'm the 8 ball, nigga, and the star

Leave you battered for a great cause, shake a nigga fries

[Chorus]

No, it ain't a game, but you got

Nah, I never learned to stakeboard, but I learned to grind

Some of my niggas had to make more, so they turned to crime

When they told me I would stay poor, learned to rhyme

What you came for

I'll give you what you came for, what you got

I never learned to skateboard, but I learned to—

Some of my niggas had to make more, so they turned to—

And they told me I would stay poor when I'm—

I'll give you what you came for

Give you what you came for

I'll give you what you came for

[Outro]

Give you what you came for

I'll give you what you came for

Give you what you—

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