'05 Ipod

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Started as an east coast vibe
 Now I'm going worldwide we got this bitch going crazy
 I used to take the Mazda for a drive
 Now I'm on the 405 like it's fuck you pay me
 We really sick of standing outside had to push 'em all aside
 That's what you get for tryna play me
 I bet they make a movie when I die just to talk about my life
 They need an actor to portray me
 I got this mother fucker clear like an eye drop
 I got elevated flow I'm on a high top
 I got a little something stacked like an IHOP
 If this was 05 you would put it on your iPod
 Ima give you something that you can't forget
 Put the price up baby had to tax a bit
 Know you saw the comma thought it was an accident
 Well it wasn't it's about time the kid's buzzing
 I'm tryna get a peek in the elevator
 But if we talking peaks I need mine like the Himalayas
 I'm talking yay high man I never had a vertical limit
 I ain't seen you put in work in a minute
 I gotta put on for the family that goes for every person that's in it
 Used to scrape by working as a service attendant
 Until I got more bitch I ain't comfy I need the top floor
 Doing anything to get that spot for us pop off
 Started as an east coast vibe
 Now I'm going worldwide we got this bitch going crazy
 I used to take the Mazda for a drive
 Now I'm on the 405 like it's fuck you pay me
 We really sick of standing outside had to push 'em all aside
 That's what you get for tryna play me
 I bet they make a movie when I die just to talk about my life
 They need an actor to portray me
 I ain't settling for nothing that be under an M
 There's only one of me there's a hundred of them
 Gotta listen close shhh I drop hundreds of gems
 From the start no it wasn't pretend
 With the world on my back had to drop my own ego
 Problems at the crib we couldn't fix at Home Depot
 Dad was on tilt moms off the vino
 Room full of smoke like we lived in a casino she know
 The day I moved out is when I opened my eyes
 Looking for the truth like god show me a sign
 I'm not religious or the holiest kind
 But the blessings came to me when I opened my mind
 I was running around the city man I knew I had to make something
 Wasn't raised a thief but if I had to I would take something
 Worked at Frito lay I was writing on my break son
 Plotting on a record waiting for the day we break one
 

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Duration
03:30
Key
1
Tempo
83 BPM

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