I got six cellphones and still ain't up a stranger's man The fear ain't real but I be damned if the ain't Don't walk up on Chuck, his home town He flip on that Detroit switchin', it in his voice I'm Chicago, Illinois, even if I done had a I still picked the crib that I grew up in And DK NY designed these king on my bed You still on Ian page tryna' pick what to wear, yeah These peasants fresh as me? me how still distressin' t's on they couch Rock band tees and they don't know nothin' 'bout You heard of Maiden once? Bro that don't even count Get that goofy out my before I hit send on that text message I'm workin', flexin', just music, protecting "what up Chuck, God damn man, it's me and you and all these dollar bills" And we the style that they try to steal They be runnin' off with it like drills
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