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[Verse 1: Staples] Is your house Is your car nice? Is your girl fine? her all night Is you well paid? Are shows packed? If your song played, would they know How the thug life? How the love How the workload? Is your right? Do the trap jump? Is the right? Got your head right? Boy, right
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[Verse 2: Staples] women wanna slit the wrist Pretty women wanna be a rich man's Pretty women want a couple Pretty want a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna a Benz correct and she won't let you in Thumbin' through the checks, she it in on your neck, is them pretend?
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Kućka] Got an enemy that changes what direction You're Got an enemy tells you off, blockin' what's efficient placed in You pretend to get a better idea about the chasin' Keep pretendin' that you Until every selfie is
[Verse 3: Lamar] Pop it's fakin' Pop 'til the pop Pop he shakin' Pop like four on the been in rotation No demand, I understand my name is only for conversation New York be like "deadass" L.A. nigga be like "on the homies" I was off the porch like 211, got on me K-Dot the zeitgeist Roll fried rice and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, remember them canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym Swang new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid like two David Wayne's, early like shadows, corrallin' the cattle A decision for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever Compatible for riches more to gain A sad Yeah right I don't fair but I bear fight for my next roadkill for the headlight Hangin' though my last four kills for the My life, high life, five, bye, bye
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