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I-I-I, I left that lame behind
Now my paper doin' acrobatics
Newborn went bad, he match my pace, he own his jackets
Boss bitch energy, I don't bend, I direct it
Money talk loud, I don't chase it, I attract it
Came from the back, now I move like a headline
Phone on do not disturb, still I make the deadline
If it don't mean the future, then I cut it clean
I was down bad once, them up me green
Heard they want my spot, sell them for my line
I don't do the drama, I just double what is mine
Stackin' every night while the city sleep
New fit, new whip, same hustle deep
I left that lame behind, now my paper doin' acrobatics
New one-way battle, he match my pacing on his tactics
Boss bitch, energy, I don't bend, I direct it
Money talk loud, I don't chase it, I attract it
New man got a plan, no spaces in his time
He respect my grind, never chatted to my crew
And we both count wins when the numbers go high
Probably little victory, no need to explain why
Old thing was a lesson, I learned and I leveled
Now speak, you're in seats if you move meticulous
Bass, yeah, heavy, I'ma glide through the night
Gold on my wrist and my future look bright
I-I-I left that lame behind, now paper doomin', acrobatics
New one way better, he match my pace, he own his tactics
Opps, bitch, energy, I don't bend, I direct it
Money talk loud, I don't chase it, I attract it
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