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(Spoken Word Intro: G.o.D Jewels) I wake up and see the realest of nigga-visions Bitches with fat asses, and A-cups with no makeup Why is it always the fake fucks that got they cake up? Real niggas still waitin for they break, bruh It was April, and I was thinking about May bucks Tryna figure out how I'ma cop that Maybach But you still gotta pay for the chauffeur You still need diamond grills, and mo fur You still need to be able to throw a stack at yo main bitch and be like, "hoe splurge." On couture Oh word? Niggas chasin that Yeezy level, but We achieving that deity level That, that, that encyclopedia level That, you could break it down to me and I'ma still dig you without even needin no shovel, level Give me medium treble and a Roley with a premium bezzle Please, that syrup in her cup ain't Aunt Jemima She wouldn't suck me up, just gave me straight vagina Iain even know you hoes still existed Girl my dick clean Give this pole a licking of your own conviction I am embolden bitches with the coldest scripture That's corrosive pimpin' Chuuch She reached in her bag and pulled out 4 mollies And her shoes was Cavalli's (Verse 1: YE Ali) Flow's godly I'm bein modest If I had one wish, I'd bring back Big Poppa I'm Coogi down to the socks, bruh My music's like heavy metal and opera World on my shoulders, I'm bout to shot put Who know where we goin, I'm not the driva They say god got a master plan Well I need a fucking crib that got a master bath And a bachelor pad And a launching pad I called destiny, but she ain't call me back I really wish I was still a kid I had one hobby, now that's my job and shit But I'm not complainin I'm on this airplane I think we goin to Thailand Get clothes and you're invited To a place where everything Is so enjoyable The bullshit stops here Baby, where you goin?