| Oh oh
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| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell
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| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah
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| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell
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| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah
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| Please don’t take that powder, you don’t got no reason
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| Moving on top of mountains, homey got trapped, no breathin'
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| In my cabin, she don’t meant to challenge
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| Way back in my village, all my homeys bllin'
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| Way back in my village, I get up like salmon
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| Turn up in your city, I don’t need no packag
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| Rogers tryin' to reach me with the fobo jacket
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| Run up with the cellar and you’ll know I’ll jack it
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| I think I’ll rip it for you
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| Riding around in my coo'
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| Worried that it ain’t got no roof
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| Sorry I cannot get loose
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| I’m always chasing the Benjamins |
| Calling me Teddy adrenaline
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| I’ll tell my homies I’m better
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| They don’t know nothing about me
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| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell
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| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah
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| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell
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| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah
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| Ok got you
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| Tryin' to get up on my wife, you
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| I don’t know nothing about you
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| Calling the shots, I’m alright, you
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| Smokin' and cookin', that’s what I do
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| Recording out on the autotune
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| Kickin' them bars and I’ll bite you
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| Finally I feel like I’m right, you
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| Same same in a different way
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| All of my haters, they hate away
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| I swear I don’t have nothing to say
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| With all of this cashing my company
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| I’m on my way to my mansion
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| Calling my label to cancel
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| I don’t have time for no questions |
| I just have time for the answers
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| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell
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| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah
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| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell
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| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow
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| I’m grinding on like the holding rail
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| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah |