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xavy rusan - grew up like me lyrics

[verse 1]
kick the type of sh+t that only winners can
call me mr. long schl+ng, itchy inner hand
b+tch, i been a man, movin’ like a business man
mobbin’ dolo prolly cancelin’ our dinner plan
keep my lungs full of gas with some gold on my collar
actin’ stingy wit’ these benjies, ho, i need every dollar
got a dutchie full of spice and a spice girl choosin’
got ’em mad at the god ’cause they product ain’t movin’
i been heavy steppin’ on ’em like a triple chin, ho
i’m like, what the f+ck you mean? please come again, ho
n+ggas steady playin’ games, but they never win, though
scorin’ every time i touch down like the end zone
told them i cannot apologize, i keep it buck fifty
my beginnin’ came from winnin’, you ain’t gotta f+ck wit’ me
i’m the top tier shotta, this is not for the l+o
puttin’ coochie on my face and puttin’ opps in my rello

[pre+chorus]
throwin’ hands at yo’ public school (sound like me)
probably smash you and yo’ cousin too (sound like me)
bending corners while i’m bendin’ rules (sound like me)
all that sh+t you talkin’, it ain’t nothin new (b+tch, it sound like me)

[chorus]
tell ’em put it in my hand wit’ no lip service (ayy)
ho, i been a man, b+tch, i been workin’ (ayy)
put it my hand wit’ no lip service (ayy)
ho, i been a man, got my wrist workin’ (ayy)
[verse 2]
look, ayy
levitatin’ only like a legend can (yessir)
all my sh+t be slapping, like eleven hands (clap, clap)
got ’em playin’ catch up, they in last place (ha)
servin’ n+ggas dust, it’s like a drag race (eat that)
dummy think he winnin’, make me lmao
i’m with my yellow bone mami, whip color mayo
and while you on your way to clock in, on my way to caicos
i know that all you do is hate, that’s all you had to say, though
i give not a single f+ck how you feel, to be real
they been bluffin’, they don’t know just how it feel to be real
pullin’ weight for the squad, winnin’ at the tug of war
he ain’t put you on no game, shawty, what ya f+ck ‘em for?
nothin’ less and nothin’ more than the illest n+gga in it
bendin’ corners on my pivot
doin’ donuts, doin’ digits
got my hoodie kushy scented
i’m a motherf+ckin’ legend
used to pick her up at seven, had her back around eleven

[pre+chorus]
throwin’ hands at yo’ public school (sound like me)
probably smash you and your cousin too (sound like me)
bending corners while i’m bendin’ rules (sound like me)
all that sh+t you talkin’, it ain’t nothin new (b+tch, it sound like me)
[chorus]
tell ’em put it in my hand wit’ no lip service (ayy)
ho, i been a man, b+tch, i been workin’ (ayy)
put it my hand wit’ no lip service (ayy)
ho, i been a man, got my wrist workin’ (ayy)

- xavy rusan lyrics

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