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Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Don't know why she choosin', choosin' (That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) I been makin' bread since we was students, students Yeah, I don't got a match, yeah (let's go) I don't got a equal, that is a fact, yeah (blah, blah) Take over the track, okay (sick) I pull out them racks, got that from the plaque, let's go (money, yuh) You callin' it swag, okay (yeah, yeah) Don't ever say that, man, this shit a classic, yeah (yeah, yeah) You say that you have swag, okay (yeah, yeah) That's not even a fact, you swag-stealin' bastard, yeah Bastard, yeah You swag-stealin' bastard, yeah (yeah, yeah) If you're not even doin' your own thing How would you get a classic? Yeah (hey) Makin' sure I do not say the wrong thing I don't wanna get you mad no more (no more) Pour a four, I'm downin' the whole thing I don't even feel bad no more Ayy, you is not my brother, you is not my kin, yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) If you got five different judges, then I'm gettin' five tens, okay (let's go) Two and a half cents, many men (many men), I'm pretty sure, I don't talk about it (okay) I get some money, then I spend and spend (oh, they do), I cannot wait to get out of my body (woah) Yes, out of my body (yeah, yeah) Beat came from Maaly, the voice, it got [?] Please, never copy, bitch, you niggas gotta stop it Whole lotta options, bitch, how do I pick? Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Don't know why she choosin', choosin' (choosin', yeah) I been makin' bread since we was students, students (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I don't gotta match, yeah I don't gotta equal, that is a fact, yeah Take over the track, okay I pull out them racks, got that from the plaque, let's go You callin' it swag, okay Don't ever say that, man, this shit a classic, yeah You say that you have swag, okay That's not even a fact, you swag-stealin' bastard, yeah Bastard, yeah You swag-stealin' bastard, yeah If you're not even doin' your own thing How would you get a classic? Yeah Makin' sure I do not say the wrong thing I don't wanna get you mad no more Pour a four, I'm downin' the whole thing I don't even feel bad no more (slayr)