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(Did that, did that)
I'm in my bag, I'm a whole different creature
(Wheezy Beats) woo, woo, woo!

I'm in my bag, I'm a whole different creature
Y'all going out sad playing follow the leader
I don't want your money
I don't want a feature you smoking on crack
You a whole other tweaker
My cup full of Hi Tech, my soda get sweeter
I rock out on stage while
You sit in the bleachers
I'm making more money than
My muhfuckin' teacher
They flexing my music up loud on the speaker
They hate that I'm on
I swear it's getting deeper
You was just a hater now you a believer
Don't talk to my favorite, yeah
She is a keeper, yeah
Gucci on, Fendi on, drip in my bag
That's why I'm out, yeah, switch to tags
Sorry, had to keep it real, yeah, my bad
Gotta work on me and how I act
Nobody with me going out sad
My chain chomp livid, better my stash
Way that I move like a car on a track
In other words, yeah, I'm going fast

I got some drugs in my bag
Money on me, I swear you gotta tap
Might wonder when this shit really gon' hap'
If I'm on a boat, then I am the cap
Yeah, I was broke, yeah that's the past
I can't explain on my absence
No, don't want your two cents
You're a nuisance started talking my shit
Now that shit is some blasphemy
They listen to me like a teacher
This class for me i hate her, I love her
Why does she keep happening
Stop asking me questions
You know I'm not answering
I see everything, both sides, panoramic
I'm money hungry, why you anorexic?
Your girl with me, ate my dick for breakfast
Broke in this bank 'til 11, can't kept it
Yeah bring me my money, I need it collected
Can't trust nobody, yeah, I'm skeptic
Yeah, I'm too high
I don't know which way left is

I'm in my bag, I'm a whole different creature
Y'all going out sad playing follow the leader
I don't want your money
I don't want a feature you smoking on crack
You a whole other tweaker
My cup full of Hi Tech, my soda get sweeter
I rock out on stage while
You sit in the bleachers
I'm making more money than
My muhfuckin' teacher
They flexing my music up loud on the speaker
They hate that I'm on
I swear it's getting deeper
You was just a hater now you a believer
Don't talk to my favorite, yeah
She is a keeper, yeah
Gucci on, Fendi on, drip in my bag
That's why I'm out, yeah, switch to tags
Sorry, had to keep it real, yeah, my bad
Gotta work on me and how I act
Nobody with me going out sad
My chain chomp livid, better my stash
Way that I move like a car on a track
In other words, yeah, I'm going fast


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