(Pre-Chorus: EL cablemo) Living my life, toast to my life Poppin pills, there were hard times Racks on deals, yeah yeah (Chorus: F 8 K) Stop fucking these bitches Stop popping these pills Straight to the bands you know how we come Stop fucking around I’m the man now I’m tryna get brain at the top floor ( Verse: F 8 K) Fuck being humble , put it right in their face Get to the cash put it right in their face Back on my grind I’ve been leading the race These Niggas be hating you can see in their face Run up the bands put half right in the safe Free all of the bros screaming chain gang Fucking models I’ve been getting the bands I got the sticks like I play in a band Bitch wasn’t talking when was dead broke Now I’m up now my dick in her throat 100 rounds yeah we play with the pole Fucced on a thot ion even know her name Give me the cash you can keep all the fame Love for the bros 'cause they gave me the game Hustling all day i was standing in the rain Paper route yeah I studied the game (Chorus: F 8 K) Stop fucking these bitches Stop popping these pills Straight to the bands you know how we come Stop fucking around I’m the man now I’m tryna get brain at the top floor (Verse: Seth Fx) Tryna get neck at the top floor Shit had me numb, had to encore Ooh shawty on all fours Brain so good mehn it brought it the beast Can't be my ex mehn, she too good in jeans Facts I'm tryna stuff them with racks Ain't been to church, i've smoking that pack True religion my soul, nothing holy like black True to myself, i've been holding shit back Been way too lax Been way too trapped Had to get to get myself back Now i'm bursting heads Niggas who doubted, now wanna be friends Back then swear i was scared All i had was the pen So Pent up emotions gon lead to a penthouse don't bark just go dumb in the woohouse Woo Look The dawgs have been let out Imma perform till i pass out, this Moulin Rouge Thierry Henry in this prime Everything i do, sublime Niggas sour, they must like lime Ain't gon give em my time (Chorus: F 8 K) Stop fucking these bitches Stop popping these pills Straight to the bands you know how we come Stop fucking around I’m the man now I’m tryna get brain at the top floor (Pre-Chorus: EL cablemo) Living my life, toast to my life Poppin pills, there were hard times Racks on deals, yeah yeah (Chorus: F 8 K) Stop fucking these bitches Stop popping these pills Straight to the bands you know how we come Stop fucking around I’m the man now I’m tryna get brain at the top floor
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