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I could, mmm, yeah

I could drive a Benz, but I’m still in my old ass Honda
Cocky is in a coma, but I got my commas
It be skinny dudes packin’ those anacondas
I might be petite, but I’m a fucking monster

Everything I do hits the roof
My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
No cap, I’m outtie
Everything I fear’s on a noose
I got nothing to lose
Two two’s, I’m outtie

Everything I do hits the roof
My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
No cap, I’m outtie
Everything I fear’s on a noose
I got nothing to lose
Two two’s, I’m outtie

Some girls say "You lucky I don’t want your man"
But the truth is, boy, you lucky I don’t want your plan because
Blueprint, and Blonded, Good Kid, M.A.A.D City
Got love for Amy and Fugees, and Lauryn
But no fuckin' pinche cabron, let’s get it

Seein’ every color like tie-dye is
Never really ever had a high like this
Tryna keep my head up and avoid minus
No negative, I’m just trying to mind my biz

Titties still small, nails not done
Hair not done and my teeth ain’t fixed
But your man, your mom, your sis
Your favorite artist, all of them love my shit
Why? I’m different, you’re different, we different
(Two heads, different, are you listenin'?)

Everything I do hits the roof
My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
No cap, I’m outtie
Everything I fear’s on a noose
I got nothing to lose
Two two’s, I’m outtie

Everything I do hits the roof
My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
No cap, I’m outtie
Everything I fear’s on a noose
I got nothing to lose
Two two’s, I’m outtie

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