Nauseous

Great John on the beat, by the way
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 Look, I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
 All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
 Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses
 I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous
 Baby, I got racks, I spend it, I make it back
 This some real rap, no mumble, I'm sayin' facts
 Yeah, all I ever did was drill, steal, and trap
 Been up in the field, you get killed if you lack
 Yeah, shooters on call, we do this shit for practice
 I know they love how I'm drippin', they tryna match it
 All blue hundids, I'm Crippin', my money matchin'
 'Opp get to trippin', we flippin' him like a mattress
 Runnin' through this money, I know you wish you was here, huh
 Go buy some Cartiers just to make it clear
 I know they don't really love me, they switchin' like underwears
 (Nobody listened, now they all wanna hear, look)
 I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
 All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
 Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses
 I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous
 I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
 All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
 Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses
 I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous
 Late nights and my shooters spinnin' 'til they nauseous
 Great white sharks up in the water, you a dolphin
 Them niggas said it's on when they see us, so then we offed 'em
 They fiendin' for clout, but we fiendin' to give 'em coffins
 Every time I'm out, I get money, I do it often (I do it often)
 And they still playin' games, they takin' losses
 I had to go and take all my pain and do some boss shit (some boss shit)
 A nigga think he touchin' my chain, he must've lost it (hey)
 I'm doin' better now (better now)
 Brodie locked, I'm screamin', "Let him out" (let him out)
 Got me feelin' like I let him down
 But we could never drown (never drown)
 Got it poppin' like the kettle now (kettle now)
 Fuck these bitches, I won't settle down
 You know they get around (get around)
 If you ballin', then you gettin' fouled (gettin' fouled)
 They be talkin' what we been about
 Ridin' with that (boom, boom)
 Ridin' with that sit 'em down
 Foreign bitch, I flew her to the towns (to the towns)
 I get big amounts
 I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
 All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
 Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses
 I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous