Man, fuck them other rappers
I don’t hear no-one that's sounding good
Call me the wolf, I got a little red riding hood
When we in the club, women try to push and try to look
If the drink don’t do it, than I bet them fucking diamonds would
I’m off the rails, nigga I’m a head case
Tryna take it to another level like a stair case
Traded in a thousand times to be a millionaire mate
I take off and land in a very private air space
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Okay, I’m crazy and insane, crazy and deranged
I’m so far ahead they tryna chase me in a train
Got them other rappers feeling lazy and ashamed
You know you’re doing something right when Jay-Z knows your name
And I ain't bothered by the fame but I’m addicted to this lifestyle
Girls so starstruck she write her number twice down
All I see is numbers I don’t fucking waste time nigga
All I do is numbers call me 789!
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