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Damage Control (feat. Wale & Pusha T)
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Stand up Niggas know what I'm 'bout, really my freedom and not a billion Niggas that hold money, just some kind of guy deity Just wanna be God really, but look The God in me ain't shook, you guys atheists maybe, they blasphemy of course I'm passionate, I never been ass kissin' Of course I played backseat for the chorus, now I'm Lewis Hamilton, though I'm doin' laps on them folks, ain't too attached to them folks You want a problem? No problem, let's do some some damage control, hey Let it go, I'm back like I was never gone We came up with them crack babies, now down from fentanyl One-four, two-five, my math came from the go-go My rap came from the culture, my rap game from the GOAT, though I'm blessed, I'm favored, oluwa, I'm grateful Just know if someone snake me, I'm oil all on his tanktop Yeah, don't do a lot of that famous shit I just **** up the bands like Martin on Tommy Davidson jawn Yeah, I go to Vegas for lunch and skate around the city like it's Usher Raymond's performance Ain't a way to resolve it, I ain't takin' no help You niggas always been champ to me, I'm takin' their belts Look, hold up, everybody say they love you, but don't know you Everybody with a dollar never, dolo Everybody outside now, ain't it? Summer time make the heart go Colder, yup, frozen, yup, shoulder, stings, mm Frozen, yup, colder, yup, shoulder, stings I'm the truth and the proof The dealer in the coupe The off-catalog watch buyer from the stoop That became legend, operation for my youth All I hear is birds, that's just words in the booth The realest Birdman, I just "Cock-a-doodle-doo" Doorstep, doorstep, I get it right through Money talk, money talk, the wrist is light blue Sugarhill sweets, shit is feelin' type two Bruised egos, man, you niggas might sue New Jack Ninos' tellin' on the crew Past and the future, nigga, what am I? The glue The realest nigga in it, tell me, what am I to do? Wrist in the pot, this is somethin' like a stew Heard he got shot as he show up on the news Podcast interviews, I am not amused Kingpin Push, I am not to be confused
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