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Uh, I am a distraction,

Comin’ from my spot and I dont signal as I back in.

If cash is beautiful and money is attraction

Then I should be a motherfuckin’ centerfold to Maxim.

Open to my page and admire my desire,

Frequent flyer I aspire to retire,

My voice stands alone even if I’m with the choir,

Got a cannon on my hip but nigga this is not Mariah.

Nah, this the record killer for hire.

I sleep and eat with the weapon, the beat is all I require,

Look what I created despite the niggas that hated,

Every single bar gettin first forty-eighted

In the state of euphoria feelin so sedated.

The me and bitch the same we feeling so related,

Forest Hill estated or Dennis Caded

I put a thousand on it, I could prolly fuck the waitress.

So wait just take this,

One line at a time, make sure it makes sense

White cup, orange pop Tennessee State shit

Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, nigga haha

Yeah, I wrote this verse sittin in my new car,

Sometimes where you headed is too far,

It’s more about where you are.

And I am everywhere that you wish you could be

Somebody somewhere just really understood me

Yeah, I dream big, no false hope

My other niggas move keys, no off notes

But understand rich is how we’re all ending up,

I’m at the label in the elevator,

Send them up





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