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Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC
Make a nigga get religious, amen!

You rather be more famous than rich (amen!)
Play your role, it's easy acting like Mitch (hey, wavin' at these niggas)
"Paid In Full" was more than reading a script
Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter

Filling all standing orders
Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water? (Woof)
Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance
Yuugh! I'm drug money like Dapper Dan

No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters
We all know I did it, Rodriguez
The illusion of money we don't believe in
You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius (ha)

I'm Kim Jong of the crack song
Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem
Woo, the revolution will be televised
'Cause we done seen it all and they telling lies (ah)

Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC
Make a nigga get religious, amen!

You rather be more famous than rich (amen!)
Play your role, it's easy being my bitch (got me wavin' at these niggas)
It's only right for a queen to floss your shit
Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist (hah)

The minimums, niggas ain't synonyms
Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers
Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits
Street millionaires rub shoulders

And laugh at bitches fucking promoters
Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus
What you fuck him for if you didn't know what the goal was?
Shine, remote control blinds

That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad, ah
My living room rap scream crack money
I don't trust rap niggas or rap money
See this air hole tech and get rat from me

Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC
Make a nigga get religious, amen!

Niggas talking it, but ain't living it (amen!)
Two years later admitting it (hey)
All them niggas is renting shit (wavin' eveything)
They ask why I'm still talking dope, why not?
The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà

They say it's hate, but it's these well-dressed snakes
That learn to walk on the concrete
I just saw it and spoke to it
Yuugh! You ain't know, you got coached through it
Woo! The rap fans got hoaxed through it

Haa, the whole time I sold coke through it
Nigga, and records I was Bo through it
King Push is synonymous with kingpin
Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him

Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard
Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard
Yeah, you wonder why I'm still here
I'm America's worst nightmare
Night, night, nigga

Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC
Make a nigga get religious, amen!

Amen!
Hey, wavin' at these niggas
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