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LYRICS The ones that hate me the most look just like me You tell me what that means Make a slick comment and see what that brings I seen it go down, we can reenact things Extreme like BMXing These boys pussy and they PMSing People in the city see the movement occurring And say ‘my god I wanna be in that scene’ Damn right you wanna be in this scene She at the video tryna be in this scene Used to fantasize about being this seen Bluegrass girl but she got big dreams Can’t touch me I got instincts Locked in the house but I’m plotting things I brought a gang to the party with me Five white boys but they not *NSYNC Fuck what y’all think, fuck everything that you say about me My dogs like to play Madden and 2K But one they don’t do is play about me My homeboy Tyler he play in South Beach He told me this Summer he gon’ fix my jumper I told Boi1da that we might got a thumper I been tryna pop, now Iman like Shumpert Now they on my bumper Green room chocked full of all my comforts Hotel room like heaven on earth Got angels in my bed with some all white covers Ace Pro, Nemo, Lucci and Quiiso, Shloob, Clay, 2fo And I got a few more I call my brothers I got a lot of flows and they all like butter, ooh You know what that means I came home nights but I’m going back mean I’m about to globe trot when they know a vaccine Motherfuckers act lost but they know exactly what’s going on Made a mil and I don’t know what to blow it on I tell the critics shut up like my show is on Gave a t-shirt to her said throw it on She one of many high school classmates I’m growing on My peers aint poppin’ they don’t know what’s going wrong Y’all well dressed but you aint got soul and you just can’t sew it on I’m tryna tell y’all boys, I got a few songs I can sell y’all boys I tried it back then it was ‘hell nah’ boy Now I’m in a box like a Kellog’s toy