| Yo-yo look, where I come from it's far from the 'burbs |
| Fiends crawl to a curb |
| Labels never saw what I'm worth |
| Niggas thought I was hurt |
| They double backing now they want me |
| They calling to work, yo... |
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| Yo-yo look, where I come from it's far from the 'burbs |
| Fiends crawl to a curb |
| Labels never saw what I'm worth |
| Niggas thought I was hurt |
| They double backing now they want me |
| They calling to work |
| But I'm boujee now so if I pick up, I'm charging a verse |
| I was just a tall little nerd training bra with a perm |
| Grew into a boss that can merge and make water from dirt |
| Don't talk that tough shit online like you talkin' person |
| I told that nigga what I'm worth and he thought I was flirting |
| Real shit, if it's beef I'm never hiding when it's time |
| I don't care if it's a gun fight, I'm still dying by my knife |
| I told em "Fuck the bullshit!" 'cause I've been on the grind |
| Stay low and I kept my moves silent as a mime, yeah |
| I got a nigga that's gonna shoot on my blink |
| I stay ready, bitch |
| My trigger finger move in my sleep |
| Yeah, the shit I spit is visionary |
| My words' sharp, kill a nigga |
| Use his obituary for merch drops |
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