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You think you know me

You think you fucking knew me

Mm, mm (Ahem)

Mm, mm, mm, mm

Don’t rely on the strength of my image, baby (Hey)

If it’s good, then it’s good

Break it down, this shit is outta my hands, hey

I feel it (I feel it)

I feel (I feel it, I feel it)

I feel annoyed (Feel annoyed)

I’m feelin’ strange, I feel the gains, I fill a void (Void)

I’m still a roach, I’m doin’ shows, I feel employed (Feel employed)

Even though I’m coy (Though I’m coy), and you know that, boy

C’mon, I still feel the same (Same)

I feel afraid, this Easy A, I’m feelin’ framed (Feelin’ framed)

I wear a mask, I see the Banes

I’m still ashamed (‘Shamed)

Even though they aim, it’s crazy, man

Feel like I’m losin’ hope (Losin’ hope)

I’m on the web, I net the gross, I see the growth (See the growth)

I feel engaged, I’m in the game, don’t need a coach

But I really do (Really do), really don’t (Nigga)

Huh, I just been in my head (In my head)

I’m gettin’ fried, I’m on the side, I’m Kevin Fed (Kevin Fed)

I played with fire, I can’t retire, I need the bread, stat (Man)

Don’t rely on the strength of my image, hey

If it’s good, then it’s good

Break it down, the shit is outta my hands, whoa

Said, don’t rely on the strength of my image, hey

If it’s good, then it’s good

Break it down, the shit is outta my hands, yeah

Look, I used to walk around with guns on me (Stupid-ass nigga)

Huh, I used to spin that bass to Michael Prophet (Yeah)

I used to think you wasn’t poppin’ until you had a stalker

I’m not no alpha male, I’m Carly Rae, you Braden Walker (Damn)

Look, ninety-nine ain’t a stack, baby

Say it (Ha), two times, feel like Casanova (Huh)

Y’all be praying’ to Jehovah, I be prayin’ to Hova (Let’s go)

I never whipped or sold the yola, still sold out the Nova (Damn)

Two claps right here (And that’s real too)

Alright, let’s clap

Mm, mm, mm

Try to find mine

Mm, mm, mm

I don’t wanna die

I don’t wanna

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Don’t rely on the strength of my image, hey

If it’s good, then it’s good

Break it down, the shit is outta my hands, no (Such a cool chord change)

Said, don’t rely on the strength of mine, mine

If it’s good, then it’s good

Break it down, the shit is outta my hands, no, huh (Baby)

Oh, you think I’m lying?

Fuck outta here, dawg

Sayin’, huh

Quicksand’s (Alright, man, yeah)

Too thick to stand (Go on, then)

Figure out now what it is that you need

I’ll step out for a minute to breathe

One set of footsteps in the sand, but I’m not being carried

If it gets out of hand, you can go on without me