Tonalità: G# minor
Verse 1
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(Keep it Z3N)
(Sean Turk)
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Yeah,
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oh
Yeah (uh- huh), yeah (yeah, uh-
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huh)
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Yeah (uh- huh), uh- huh, yeah (uh- huh) I walk
up in the room and they eyein' me
They like, "Who is you?" Nigga,
you can't get my ID
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Walked in the store,
I need everything that I see
They peepin' I'm that nigga,
I'm like, "Ooh, yeah, I might be"
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Let a nigga try me
Punch a nigga in his lip,
now he lookin' like Kylie (bop)
I can't really go off right now, nigga,
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I'm in quarantine
I'm really in the market, baby,
we could go to Dover Street
We can go to isolation where
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it get like four degrees
You not ready for that shit
My life is a movie,
you not ready for that clip
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My niggas they applaud and they
applaud and they clap shit
If it's not 'bout dollars then
you really don't make sense
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And if you talkin' money then lil'
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bitch we can make friends
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You holdin' yourself back,
surrounded by fake friends
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They just want you for payments
And they gon' keep grabbin' plates if you sneakin' that cake in,
it makes sense
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Two paychecks, they like, "One
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finna pay rent"
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Yes, I'm dripped,
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I'ma buy somethin' basic
Got my own style,
you gon' flush it, I don't take shit
Really anti- social,
I don't like collaboratin'
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And you niggas weirdos, I
don't like collaboratin'
Had to cut y'all off because y'all niggas,
y'all not sanctioned
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Movin' hot,
tryna cause investigations
Now, if you want talk, yeah,
you gotta make a payment
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Pay me, fuck you
Bitches give me pussy,
I won't pay to fuck
Bitch, nah, I don't love
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you, I won't pay to lust
Even if you my shawty, no, please
do not get comfortable
Verse 2
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Bitch, I'm the king, it's a Royal Rumble
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
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Any beef with me, it's a Royal Rumble
She wanna Royal Rumble (yeah)
Verse 3
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No cap, I get it, though
You just wanna fuck with me,
you heard me on the radio
You play on me,
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bitch, you gon' turn me to a criminal
Sike, I don't touch y'all,
y'all can't touch me
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Hottest young nigga in my country
You want me to pull up,
yeah, that's like fifty stacks
I'ma put some in her block
and I go cop my bitch a bigger ass
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I been thinkin' 'bout the old times, not gon' lie,
yeah, I be missin' that
Funny back then, was thinkin' 'bout the destination,
where I'm at
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Dropped a lil' mixtape, it went
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damn near platinum
I'm not mixed, but I got black and white,
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ain't talkin' Ransom
This shit up, but not gon' lie,
I may not make it look fun
Look dumb, you just mad that you
Verse 4
can't cuff 'em
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It's a Royal Rumble
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
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Any beef with me, it's a Royal Rumble
Outro 1
She wanna Royal Rumble
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