[Verse 1: OG Maestro]
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Most rappers that rise crash at the pinnacle
I sit back relax cause my dash is so digital
Shorty want a relationship past the physical
Said she freaky, gotta see a faster visual
Bitch boy pipe down, your gimmicks is waste
Took my talents in my hands, now I live up in space
Bitches on bitches, they give and they take
Suck my dick so hard, make my ribs start to ache
Everyday I feel faded, my opinions been jaded
Living in Hell - symptoms created;
Minions of Satan, millions just waiting.
Nigga I shine bright so the children can make it
Got a new chain, flooded my wrist
My diamonds Liu Kang, love how they glist'
Club got a floor full of rain, I stunt from the licks
Everyday ignoring the pain; put a blunt to my lips
I took care of my lane, had to run on my fists
Never forget where I came... but ain't nothing to miss.

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like: "Yes, indeed"

[Verse 2: Lil Baby & OGM]
Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
$2,500 for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
Looking through the shade wit a burner like Malcolm X
Sleep is the father of poverty, I seldom rest
Black militant, I need 1 drum and a vest
Police try to take my life and it's gon be one ugly mess


[Chorus: Lil Baby & OGM]
Brand new bitch said she want the keys
She like to strip, I love a tease
Big dawg Scoob' gon test the weed
"One more drink?" I'm like: "Yes, indeed"

Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like: "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawgs goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like: "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawgs going all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
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