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Yeah, yeah

They may not play this on the radio

So I'm gonna make damn sure

This is the realest shit I ever wrote

So hear my spirit roar

Roar free, in myself

Through my melody

Kill this thug, it's a felony

I'll make sure you remember me

I'll make sure you remember

Uh, climb new heights and I break new grounds

Got a new crib and you can't come round

This year haters gonna big me up

This year no one's gonna hold me down

Yeah, I'm the shit, yo word to my bowels

I don't wear snapbacks, yo I wear crowns

Price as rich if I wasn't this blick

Price as big if I wasn't this proud

Yeah, 8 years sittin' on top

Yeah, I been there, done that, had that what

'Fore I did rap, had two, two jobs

Hip-hop, Grime and then I went pop

Trade your life for my life, let's swap

Go clean in my dad's old shop with a mop

Where a man knew if a guy was gettin' money on the ends

When he used to wear Lyle & Scott

Used to love hoes, now I want bae

Used to want dough, now I want change

Used to be wilder, now I'm more tame

Used to be crazy, now I'm insane

Yeah, I'm insane, yeah

Talkin' to the mirror like, "How did I get this vain?"

TBT '07 and 8

Me and Rich like how we gonna get this played

I was like, mate, uh

They may not play this on the radio

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