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Pimp nippin' gone, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimp too, gone, brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you to get
That dirt on your shoulders
I'm proud of you, it's a y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Trying to hustle some things
That girl with the posh
Trilling note from Mars
Feeling like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the lawn
Nick, grip on my balls
Second ladies, they love me
From the bleachers, they screamin'
All of all of us is bouncing
They like the way I'm leaning
All the rappers be hatin'
Hope the trap that I'm makin'
But all the hustles, they love it
Just to see one of us
Niggas came from the bottom, the bottom
To the top of the box
Niggas learned in Japan
And I'm straight off the block
Like a runnin' bat, get it man
I'm straight off the block
I can run it back
Niggas, cause I'm straight with the rock
Niggas is a bittersweet
Symphony that's like
Don't you feelin' like a pimp
Niggas gone, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimp too, gone, brush your shoulders off
It feels me, you're a slave to money
Then you die
You gotta kick, kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
You gotta kick, kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
You hold me, hold in position
In the kitchen with soda
I just whip it for watch
Tryna get me a robo
Tryna stretch out the cocoa
Like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the heck up close
You know the smoke is a treasure
But like 52 cars went out
I'm through dealing now
52 cars come out
Now you feelin' now
52 cars roll out
Remusin' in case 52 cars come out
Now you chillin' where the bars
Fidget cards and C on the sleeve
Hack the 4040 club ESPN on the screen
I play the grip with the jeans
Plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels
I'm a grown-up for real
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm cute in my mom
I'm cute in my mom
But I'm a million different people
From one to the next
I can't change my mom
No, no, no, no, no, no
If you're feelin' like a pimp
Nip the con, watch your shoulders off
Maybe this is pimp too
Go on, watch your shoulders off
Maybe this is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
You gotta kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
You gotta kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
You gotta kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
You gotta kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
Throw it back in the building
Brooklyn, we back on the map
Me and my beautiful P.H.
In the back of the back
I'm the realest running
I just happen to rap
I ain't got a clap
I don't make a skater that black
I drop that black album
Then I back out it
As the best rapper alive
N***a X about me from bricks
To pillboards
Graham to Grammys
The O's, the opposite
Off and any
You gotta part and change
We're selling out the garden in the day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hay
I'm a hustler homie
You're a customer, Chloe
Got some dirt on my shoulder
Could you brush it off for me?
If you're feeling like a pimp
Make a gun, watch your shoulders off
Maybe this is pimp too
Go on, watch your shoulders off
Maybe this is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Kick back
Turtle, get shoulder
No, I can't change
I can't change
I can't change
I can't change
But I'm here
In my mold
I ain't here
In my mold
And I'm a million different people
From one to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
