All that petty talking drama it don't phase me
I did this shit all on my own, nobody made me
All these niggas starting rumors, fuck y'all talkin'
You don't wanna fall in love, I'll eat your heart
Cos I'm okay now, I'm in L.A. now
I got a couple hundred K in the safe now
And those some bummy jeans on me when I walk
I'd rather be hated for who I am than who I'm not, ay ay
See me slidin'
I'm in that four-by-four, running the mileage
In that shit you can't afford, I need a stylist
Bitch my closet like a store
It's so big you get lost, so I treat it like my tour
I'm living large, my whip exotic and it ain't no rental car
I'm with my niggas and we looking like some stars
I hit the blunt and now I feel like I'm on mars
I sit back and I'm still counting all my racks
All these niggas starting rumors, fuck y'all talkin'
You don't wanna fall in love, I'll eat your heart
Cos I'm ok now, I'm in L.A. now
I got a couple hundred K in the safe now
And those some bummy jeans on me when I walk
I'd rather be hated for who I am than who I'm not, ay ay
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