y'all don't hear me tho

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, sometimes i amaze sometimes i disappoint, sometimes i blow this paper like it's just a joint, sometimes i look at change like it's just some coins, like shaq at the line, you pro'ly missed the point, this perspective which angle you looking from, when you take a chance ever wonder who you took it from, i'm from brooklyn son got no problem taking nothing, so i figured i could take nothing and make it something, tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin', tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get the shaking something, purple weed gold bottles now let's laker something, cause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though, smoking on loud, swagger to the max, bad bitches holla, i just holla back, my money talks i ain't even gotta tell 'em, even when i talk low don't it sound like i'm yelling, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really, might be how i'm feeling mixed with what i'm drinking, got me on some shit that might be what the stink is, you might just be cool it might be what you thinking, it might be something in the eye but to me she winking, listen before your dumb ass say some stupid shit, i have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shit, ball player swag that's with out the hoop and shit, two chicks that hanging with mr cooper shit, eat with me if you hungry dawg, but then again high loyal is a hungry dawg, that's saying hunger make your dog eat you alive, you either starve to death or you eat to survive, smoking on loud, swagger to the max, bad bitches holla, i just holla back, my money talks i ain't even gotta tell 'em, even when i talk low don't it sound like i'm yelling, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really, shakedown on sleep, i'm getting to the money, the way i'm counting sheep, i be counting money, live from the roof, empire state, finna burn this bitch down, find the next fire escape, i'm high so nothing ain't farfetched, out in houston with my rocket no marques, fuck with that street fan, fuck with that loso, come to your city spend some tickets at the go-go, giving back to the hood be what i call it, smoke grand daddy kush, i'm in orbit, if they ain't with the family they weirdos, smoking on loud, swagger to the max, bad bitches holla, i just holla back, my money talks i ain't even gotta tell 'em, even when i talk low don't it sound like i'm yelling, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though, y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really