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Walking with my head high, knowing you're not there
Always hold it to myself, and i keep my circle close
Im just tryna hold it steady, but they keep swaying the boat
Tried to knock me down a level, but i know that im the goat
Tried my best to come and reach, you just lied and said "we good"
Then you turned you back on me, and claimed "i wish a nigga would"
Now you see me at these shows, always rolling up a wood
Always smoking on yo pack, just to show you that i could
Yo shits embarrassing, pathetic, and lame
Got no respect for someone, who can't show their face
You tried to step up to me, but we not the same
Im so damn rich, and handsome; i'll fvck on yo dame
Black leather bomber, no mask on my face
Like I'm ready to claim what is mine, it is ours
Y'all bit my style, I shit on you, bowels
And take every crown in the room, bitch im Bowser
Forget superpowers, I roll up this weed
Steel on my side, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play games, man, I'm not in your league
And I won't say no names but shoutout to Greenland
HA tell 'em we did it again
Heard my whole squad getting winnings again
Bank account stacking six digits again
Pour out some Henn'
This for the ones who ain't make it
This for the ones who ain't make it
Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness
Point it at me and see greatness