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[Verse 1]
500 grand, eat lobster tails
Hope the ni*gas got what for sale
So much money, no fingernails
Wide body, engine and a tail

Chrome lips, V12
Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tell
So many rings, need a Jordan deal
T-Raw’s, it ain’t all for sale
Just bought a swiss account

Hunneds stay the same at this amount
LK, show you what that’s about
Hard to check a ni*ga when the checks that bounce
F*ck around, drop out of class

Made millions now, my teacher mad
She need a job and I give her that
Young nig*a with big stacks
Buy my style and ain’t gave it back

How you think brought you the raw rap?
How you think taught you the phantom rap?
Gold plates, I’m reflectin that
Every day my birthday, ni*ga LA my birthplace

This ain’t a race but I’m first place
I never f*cked with you in the first place
We on a different pace, nig*a so long
I ain’t the nig*a you could hold on

Ride the wave or just float on
Get off my back, I’m tryna lead on
Always home when the heat’s on
When it’s cold shoulders ni*gas be gone
Ni*gas be gone

[Hook 1]
I’m still the same ni*ga, same b*tches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real ni*ga since day one
Cuz I ain’t promised day two
Talkin bout what I’m going through
But who the f*ck aksed you?

I’m still the same ni*ga, same b*tches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real ni*ga since day one
Cuz I ain’t promised day two
Talkin bout what I’m going through
But who the f*ck aksed you?

[Bridge]
Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
But who the f*ck asked you?

[Hook 2]
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch

Nig*as wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time
Nig*as wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time

[Verse]
It’s a thin line between love and hate
A thin line between real and fake
Keep a ni*ga based on shape, a*s shake
She gon make it clap, vibrate

Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space
I’m the one you face and don’t hesitate
See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it’s Pac mane
Do it under one tape, what you say?

T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame
Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me – that’s accessory
Don’t be sassin me
How do you have the audacity?

Want a verse gotta bring cash to me
I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me?
Have yo head where yo feet should be
Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV

Ain’t no breaking me, breaking news that’s me
Headline, we can go head up
Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea
He a crazy ape man, I’m turnt up to ten

F*ck with me, commence and repent
Mill to the king
Came from the block, little hardknock
Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it
You ain’t made sh*t, you complainin (stop complainin)

[Hook 2]
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch

Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch

Ni*gas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time
Nig*as wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time