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I just want y'all to know that money change
More than the of it and
Fame level, the shadiness varies out, to be in
Fuck with me

I need ID baby
(I still got Braxton playing)

So many care man
So many thoughts again and
So years gone by
So friends is in the wind
So many is really pretend
So many women that think the shit
As I let the go by, new phone who is this?
Got a new phone, who is
New phone, who is
As I let the years go by, phone who is this?
Same who is this?
Same phone who is
So many years go by, new phone who is
Talk to me, up?

I'ma get it, I'ma get it, easy
I'm the realest, I been since Eastbay
I'm the realest, all my niggas in a good
On the real, got my with a mixtape
Now I never call like I used to
But why you getting mad as if you don't
Like I ain't getting and my crew not on
when you getting bags bet that loot gon', show
I'm on the road, I'm on the
Tan money, another
We on the road, we on the
Uh, Alize hungry for it
Smoking in Hollywood, I'm real important
Tracy bringing the real who looking for it
EBM, EBM this is bigger all us
Looking like a hundred mill with infinite
Try and tell them niggas this better than college
Super stupid, see my should come with propellers
Stomach still hungry as
Even though I know this money is coming
Niggas say "get dollars up, hope you stay the same"
So I'm counting my dollars and niggas change
And niggas tell me that I'm
But y'all the same niggas that used to say that I wouldn't

So many care man
So thoughts again and again
So many years by
So many friends is in the
So many niggas is pretend
So many women think they the shit
As I let the years go by, new who is this?
Got a new phone, who is
New phone, who is
As I let the years go by, same who is this?
Same phone who is
Same who is this?
So many gone by, new phone who is this?
Talk to me, up?

days I think of you, baby
And the things I didn't do,
Acting like I'm in middle school, now you hate it
the shit out you, when a nigga angry
Get your feelings together, why you practicing
Immaculate for immaculate statements
Shackled and chained up, that's what the game
that blow my high should go on my fan club
Bossed up like shit, bossed up "shit"
Broads can't dirty, she flossed on my dick
Show up in Balmain, niggas that hate
Show up with bitches who think horoscope is their faith
4 in the morning babe, no I'm not up
No, I'm not a bitch, just I ain't sleep in a month
you can understand I'm still the same one
But I'm finna change clothes, keys, and gate
Here's the bang button, 'cause, this ain't the same

So many hearts man
So many thoughts and again
So years gone by
So friends is in the wind
So many niggas is pretend
So many that think they the shit
As I let the years go by, new phone who is
Got a new phone, who is
New phone, who is
As I let the years go by, same phone who is
Same who is this?
phone who is this?
So years go by, new phone who is this?
to me, what's up?