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[Part I]

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh (Yeah)

[Chorus 1]
Pack came a long way, yuh, I came a long way, uh-huh
Where yo' gangs at? Jackpot, game day, uh-huh
Niggas not 'bout shit, uh-huh, I make the crowd surge
Make my mama proud, shit, uh-huh, fuck who's Bugatti's the loudest

[Verse]
I'm tryna hit shows [?]
Fuck it, let's get this shit started
I don't need [?], I'm 'bout it
[?] pussy niggas, man, I feel like James Harden
I go dumb, uh-huh, retarded
Not a rapper, bitch, call me an artist
I was down bad, now I got all this
Smoking top shelf, somebody farted
Get the bag first, that's what I studied
Got the AR on me like Ceeday
I be running through bitches like relay
[?] out the B-L-O-C-K
I can't trust you, bitch, you not my teammate
Light the blunt up, make that ho cremate
I can't stress about whatever she say
Know that ho really lying to you
Oh, you think she gon' tell you the truth?
Lil' nigga, she called up, she crying to you
I got designer too, know I'm a slimy fool
Goin' in work, you gotta define it too
Pull up and get that dough
Baby, tell me what you tryna-tryna do
I can't side with you, with my day ones, we gon' slide