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[Hook]
Ever since I came into the game
I been goin harder in the paint
Ever since they heard about the name
They know who gon put out with the flame
Ever since I’m in my own lane
All you niggas start to sound the same
Ever since I started with the reaI
I can never understand a lame
What is real? what is fake?
You be wise, nigga snakes
Born in May, 80 baby
On a level eighty eight

[Verse 1]
Legendary, very scary
I don’t think that goofy shit is necessary
I do not want to be a part of ordinary
Blood of Jesus, saw me born, son of Mary
And he whippin’ like I’m [..]. culinary
And he’s in it kickin’ shit like Vinatieri
Oh my goodness
I get that feelin’ sometimes
I don’t wanna fuck with people, just this business of mine
You can come into my space with all them niggas […]
Ain’t no intoxicating my circle, we gon sever them ties
Just my policy, no apologies
All one hundred that’s where real niggas […] of me
Ever since I stepped into the life
I don’t ever buy into the hype
Never get too low or get too high
Never let them cover up your size

[Hook]
Ever since I came into the game
I been goin harder in the paint
Ever since they heard about the name
They know who gon put out with the flame
Ever since I’m in my own lane
All you niggas start to sound the same
Ever since I started with the real
I can never understand a lame
What is real? what is fake?
You be wise, nigga snakes
Born in May, 80 baby
On a level eighty eight

[Verse 2]
Legendary, tell her parent
Make a movie show to shrug in like I’m Uzi
Smoking kush, got absinthes all in my Jacuzzi
Right on my lip, I’m thinking “girl, mama juicy”
I understand how I don’t pull from that fruit tree

I’m playing Lauryn Hill when she was with the Fugees
And when they come to doin’ this I feel like two-three
Drop a classic on this niggas they come back ground
We can hear you pussy niggas in the background
Trust the process
Just digest this higher level ways
It’s been in my DNA
Undefeated, I’m the great (God)

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ know I gotta do this shit
Ay let’s do it
(Cannon)
Yeah, hey, heyo, hey, hey yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin’ my line
Ya cap like Mitchell and Ness lil’ nigga stop lyin’
Check, they was talkin’ ’bout lil’ ma live my life
Chop that chicken and shrimp cut in my rice
Spanish bitch come and pipe me I can make my wife (My wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters ’bouta put ’em on a flight (Put ’em on a flight)
Diamonds in my Cartier lens
You can see ’em at night (See ’em at night)
Call Balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight (jeans so tight)
Trippin’ off lanes, I don’t think you really wanna ride
Guns don’t want mine on you, you not my kind
5,6,7, so many watches ain’t wastin’ my time

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
My bitch fine
You in line
My big bank
These niggas been mine
But my diamonds keep bitin’
These hoes be bitin’
These niggas be bitin’
Wish on a bone yeah (fillet)
Got a bitch on the line right now
Say she got Molly, yeah
Sorry, I don’t do sour
A-W-G-E you know me
Cold outside I need another sleeve
Yeah, ballin’ on yo’ hoe like Kobe
Dunkin’ on yo’ hoe like no D
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed
That boy dead
Arm and leg
AK
Turnin’ your head, take yo bag

[Outro]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Tell that lil bitch I got bags, talkin’ to mans
Tell that lil bitch I got bags, you talkin’ to me
Hittin’ that boy with that fire, nigga didn’t know it was me
Nigga be dead meat, nigga be dead meat
Hitting that bitch from the side
I’ma have a menage I’ma have a good time
I’ma fuck her you like
She wanna play with that fye
Shawty gon play with that fire
These niggas ain’t ready for slime, they ain’t ready for slime

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Hit that boy with the fye
Wish a motherfucker try, know slime gon fire
I been firing all the shots since I was a lil nigga
Lil nigga had a pistol, pistol never was a issue (never)
Been gettin’ money since a youngin’ (youngin’)
Been havin’ hoes comin’, lotta niggas out here frontin’
Know them pussy niggas bluffin’ (facts)
These niggas wasn’t shootin’
Slime ball been packin’
Slime ball bout that action and you know what’s happenin’
Yeah bitch (Yeah bitch)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint

[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint