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One single and I'm A-list
You ain't even on a list, nigga
We not even on the same shit
Different book, different chapter, different pages
March to my own drum and cadence
Niggas can't afford the maintenance
I am many things but never basic
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Younger bitches say I'm ageless
Then they call me daddy
If it wasn't for that ass, I'd be a atheist
I ain't ever down badly
Sadly, never could lock me down if they had me
Take off in the Cooper like a Rocket, call it Bradley
This a slapper, where the ass cheeks?
Make it rain downtown, tell 'em "that's three"
You could ask anybody that could ask me
I get it in anywhere where the cash be
So when it's time for the finale
Only thing that you on top of is a trash heap
One single and I'm A-list
You ain't even on a list, nigga
We not even on the same shit
Different book, different chapter, different pages
March to my own drum and cadence
Niggas can't afford the maintenance
I am many things but never basic
Hey Siri, add to playlist
Compare me to who?
Every track's an experiment, I am just the variable
I am not these rappers tryna run wit the bull
Had to let me off the leash, cuz you unfit to pull
And I'm MSD strong, word to the alumnus
Know how to spot an imposter if one among us
Orange County bitches so sweet, they bleed Sunkist
Cinderella man made a Benz from a pumpkin
They call the color "sunburst"
Ladies love cool me cuz they know wit me they come first
And my whole team bloodthirst
Always showing love but love hurts
One single and I'm A-list
You ain't even on a list, nigga
We not even on the same shit
Different book, different chapter, different pages
March to my own drum and cadence
Niggas can't afford the maintenance
I am many things but never basic
Hey Siri, add to playlist
Never need a reason to kill the track
I got the people ear and no plan to give it back
Who's a black sheep? You could get with this or that
Don't ever spit the cap, that's word to my fitted cap
Just let a nigga rap, eat and look fresh
Smothered in em cheeks sound to me like a good death
While niggas beg for scraps the hood left
We was outside, grabbing everything that we could get
So here I stand, a man can demand to rock
I'm tryna get the bag, one like Santa got
And shorty let me crush, like a can of pop
But I made it spill, so she grabbed the mop
One single and I'm A-list
You ain't even on a list, nigga
We not even on the same shit
Different book, different chapter, different pages
March to my own drum and cadence
Niggas can't afford the maintenance
I am many things but never basic
Hey Siri, add to playlist

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