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God damn maybe I am a little paranoid
Cause I can feel it getting harder to breathe
I really don’t know when it began to be unbearable
But now it’s sickening me

Because the world keeps burning
And they keep turning the page
They love the drama
So pardon me if I don’t give a
God damn bit about anything you’re telling me
It’s just a matter of fact

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
So how about you don’t even try

God damn maybe I am a little terrified
You know I really don’t know what to believe
We watch the world die while they keep telling us there’s nothing to fear
So now it’s crippling me

Because the world keeps turning
And all people do is complain
They love the drama
Reality is they don’t care a
God damn bit about anything you’re telling me
It’s just as simple as that

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
So how about you don’t even try

No!
You’re not ready!

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
Remember now, all of the best ones lie
And you’ll never get me to see your side
So how about you don’t even try

Yeah!
All of the best ones lie
But now it’s sickening me
But now it’s sickening me
God damn maybe I am
Yeah maybe I am

[Verse 1]
Not a damn thing changed
All the boys that grew up back-to-back still do the same things
Now they’re rewarding our records
But we still do the same things
I’m just spittin’ words out my mouth
I made it, I still don’t know how
Damn it, my stage show can light up the clouds
Now I’m gonna blow it until I go out
Bring it
Not a damn thing changed
Just the funerals that follow death some more pain
Drinking them beers and we’re lighting up joints in the cold rain
I’m glad I got somewhere to go
I know a few souls without hope
Brother, you know you can call if you’re broke
Damn it, I pray you won’t reach for that rope

[Chorus]
So pour out a shot for me
Keep pouring out the bottle for the real ones I lost
Who can no longer walk with me
For the ones still right here, yeah, for the ones who still care
Yeah, we still feel the same way
Just pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

[Verse 2]
Not a damn thing changed
Got my team from day one, there’s not one I could replace
Staying true to the way I grew up, how we were raised
My boys, they go in and go out
I’m just spittin’ words out my mouth
So far away but I still make them proud
Damn it, I hope we all make it somehow
Bring it
Not a damn thing changed
I’m just tryna put feelings as words on this damn page
Some of my friends started leaving this life ’cause they couldn’t wait
They know how it feels without hope
I’m glad I got somewhere to go
Stick to my people, that’s people I know
They feel the same, we all follow that code

[Chorus]
Now pour out a shot for me
Keep pouring out the bottle for the real ones I lost
Who can no longer walk with me
For the ones still right here, yeah, for the ones who still care
Yeah, we still feel the same way
Just pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

[Verse 3]
Not a damn thing changed
Won’t forget where I’m from but for me there’s just one way
It’s a habit of beating the goals that we once made
I got a few records to break
I know we all got what it takes
The team is the team, same as back in the day
The team is the team, same as back in the day
Not a damn thing changed
If I wanted to turn back, it’s already too late
Yeah, we just grew up too quick ’cause we
‘Cause we couldn’t wait
Pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 1]
All of this ice on me
All of this ice on me
I got more life on me
I got the pipe on me
I got the stripes on me
I got the designer
Diamonds from China
Reach, we climbin’
Seats, reclinin’
Brand new foreign whip, my Maybach Coupe
I just dropped off ’bout eight stacks
The coupe lost its roof, it’s a maniac (aye)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
I got the statement, I’m seein’ what I dropped
I got the cake on me, bringin’ it out
I got a 100K, whip it right out
I got 200k, whip it right out
I got 300k, spend it right now
I got a half mil’, that’s for right now
All of my niggas they pull up like uh-
Huh, pull up like- (uh, yeah)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
You fuckin’ with the number one stunna
Scoop you up, and hit Bennihanna
Talkin’ bout the one that’s in the Valley
Shawty from Atlanta, but in Cali
Hit Rodeo, she in love with all this Prada
Feel like Roddy, 10 toes in Balenciaga
Versace sheets, damn I feel like Silkk Da Shocka
Xan with the soda, 24 and Soulja

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Broadie shoots, shot Scottie Pippen
So many girls, they think I’m trippin’
Ridin’ in that foreign, foreign whippin’
Hit the club, 38 tip it
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t grip it
Hop inside the whip, money gettin’
They done fell in love with my vision
I be gettin’ money, guess I’m gettin’ it

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Bridge: Soulja Boy]
You know that, I pull up and I’m killin’
You know that I’m full forgiato whippin’
You know that I’m out gettin’ money, whippin’
Baby, I don’t know why you trippin’

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it (Go, lose it)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bought her Chanel, surprise on her, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
She so bad, got girls and guys on her (Yeah)
Make me wanna pull out the phone and go live on her, yeah (Yeah)
But I snap back and close my eyes on her (Damn, yeah)
Bad bitch, she bring a team of girls (Damn, yeah)
They all came back after the club (Woo, yeah)
Every city I go, they show me love (Show, yeah)
That’s because we (What?) real thugs (Yeah)
Bet that ice make her drown in the tub (Ice)
Say she got that bag, told her put down on the drugs (Bag)
That the type of shit that make your nigga call in (Brr, woo)
That the type of shit that make your nigga fall in love (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Pull up, I’m the life of the party
4×4 truck sittin’ on Forgis
488 with a 8, that’s shawty
Lime Lamborghini sittin’ pretty, that’s Cardi
Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon’ Offset’s
Havin’ talks in the Wraith, ’bout to take off
Me and Pee in the Dawn havin’ boss talks
Got the game from, bruh, that’s where I walk
What am I gonna do when all these girls
In the city goin’ crazy over me?
Take the tints off the car so they can see me
Slick, intimidatin’, niggas wanna be me
PJ when we creepin’, they won’t ever see me
Ain’t too into cameras, but they got to see me
Diamonds on my fingers, I’m a superstar
All in there like sneakin’ with a superstar
Hit me if you want, I’m not gonna make a call
Marlo’s still trappin’ in them trap house
Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
Real big dog, I won’t fuck with y’all
Made it to the charts, they know who I am
Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y’all
Internet beef, I won’t get involved
If it’s real problems, then it’s gettin’ solved
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it

[Verse 3: Quavo]
When I say (Lose it)
She gonna make a nigga lose it
I’m talkin’ big money
Big money, thumb throughin’ it (Hey)
Not through with it (Nah, nah)
Not through with it (Nah)
She all on the phone with her last nigga
Say that pussy is mine, he losin’ it (Brrt, yeah)
She poppin’ it, I’m ownin’ it (Yeah)
She droppin’ it, it’s stoppin’ it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
Out of control, she movin’ it (Ooh, yeah)
It’s movin’ (Woo)
It’s a movie (Woo)
She walkin’ around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
Just doin’ it (Go!)
Don’t get involved with her besties, they messy
Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
I don’t give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
Emoji all drippin’, leakin’ waterfalls, yeah