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In the kitchen and it's Taysty I want the rose interior I think I know why they curious I’m never takin’ ’em serious The car like the Fast and Furious There’s plenty more commas than periods Horsepower, I sit in a chariot Man, I went so hard for a check Now the money too heavy to carry it I'ma ball hard for them millions ’til I’m on top of that buildin’ Too much ra-ra, I don’t hear it All these knots, thought I was dealin’ I done logged off of that chillin’ Dog, my network what I’m buildin’ Man, they all salty I’m winnin’ Y’all should get the f**k out your feelings Yeah, weight of my city, I carried it All of that hatred I buried it, look at me now Can’t play with thе hustle, you marry it Put down the drink but my life is still vеry lit On level 11 and levelin’, if I try hide all the evidence Way that I’m blessed is still more than evident Twenty-six hunnid I spent on a letterman Bought it and wore it to places you’ve never been Reason why I’m never settlin’ If there’s a God, he put me through hell But I still can’t let the devil in I thought would it help if I talked to the reverend But cashin’ the check was the medicine I want the rose interior I think I know why they curious I’m never takin’ ’em serious The car like the Fast and Furious There’s plenty more commas than periods Horsepower, I sit in a chariot Man, I went so hard for a check Now the money too heavy to carry it I'ma ball hard for them millions ’til I’m on top of that buildin’ Too much ra-ra, I don’t hear it All these knots, thought I was dealin’ I done logged off of that chillin’ Dog, my network what I’m buildin’ Man, they all salty I’m winnin’ Y’all should get the f**k out your feelings Get out your feelings, you tryna conceal ’em I got outta mine and then I got back to the grind and then straight to the millions Some friends are resilient, and others chameleon Not someone to rob, my homies they tied to the mob like they mama Sicilian Prada and Louis V Man, the luggage Dior and I’m too elite Couldn’t make this much money off UberEats Y’all see what the f**k I could do to beats Plus I gotta make sure my producer eats, ain’t a plan B Money the only thing understand me Back when I was ridin’ in a Camry Ain’t nobody come ’round but the family It’s okay if they don’t understand it I know that I got it, I planned it I made this a brand But I came so far away from when I was just Brandon Stand on my own ’cause when they said that they was gon’ ride they was leavin’ me stranded Got the world in my hands, remember when I was just empty handed I want the rose interior I think I know why they curious I’m never takin’ ’em serious The car like the Fast and Furious There’s plenty more commas than periods Horsepower, I sit in a chariot Man, I went so hard for a check Now the money too heavy to carry it I'ma ball hard for them millions ’til I’m on top of that buildin’ Too much ra-ra, I don’t hear it All these knots, thought I was dealin’ I done logged off of that chillin’ Dog, my network what I’m buildin’ Man, they all salty I’m winnin’ Y’all should get the f**k out your feelings
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