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[intro]
ayy!
(ayo, what’s poppin’, n-gg-?)
(paper route empire!)
uh huh!
(don’t play wit’ me, play wit’ yo b-tch!)
it’s dolph!
(i can’t relate to these n-gg-s mane)
ayy
ayy, ayy!

[verse 1: young dolph]
i just can’t relate to these n-gg-s mane (nah)
if his name ain’t dolph, then that n-gg- lame (that n-gg- lame)
catch me in the lamborghini (skrt) switchin’ lanes (yuh)
two-seater so it’s just me and my hitta, mane
dolph jumped off the porch, now he in a porsche (yuh)
flew a b-tch out to south memphis but she from new york
she say, “dolph?” (huh?)
“i like how you be trappin’,” (aye)
“and you look like the king in yo city” and i say, “accurate”
(facts)
i’m in a different bracket
half a milli on my wrist, lv all on my baggage
hear a lotta n-gg-s talkin’ like they ’bout it but they actin’
coulda f-cked yo b-tch last night i just got head ’cause she was average (d-mn)
i got pistols everywhere i go that’s necessary
all this ice around my neck, call me ‘dolphebruary’
a n-gg- claimin’ he a shooter but he scary (b-tch!)
how you ‘on be a gangsta but you still ain’t popped yo cherry, n-gg-? (uh huh!)

[hook: young dolph & lil uzi vert]
i don’t understand why these n-gg-s hate
man, we get the same hours everyday
man, it’s crazy all this shit these n-gg-s claim
they be lyin’ through they teeth, these n-gg-s lame
i be countin’ up them hunnids everyday
these n-gg-s broke and i just really can’t relate
gotta separate the real from the fake
these n-gg-s pussy and i really can’t relate (yuh, oh, what, woah!)

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
all of my hunnids look new, all of my money is blue
all of my n-gg-s got tools, all of my n-gg-s they shoot
tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-ooh!
wait, huh?
franck muller so [?]
they keep hatin’, but i still be shinin’
just come take a look at my diamonds (yaah!)
got a ferrari (skrt)
my b-tch, she look like a barbie
[?] and i’m sorry (ew)
we play around like atari
lie on my d-ck, that’s never
my b-tch like a 10 or 11
some of these n-gg-s be snakes
that’s why i keep me a weapon
that metal blow just like bad weather
bow, bow (huh?), bow, bow
my car got [?] n-gg- what?
you hatin’, i don’t give a f-ck
’cause my pockets always look buff
my pockets always look stuffed
that girl she suck me for lunch
i kick her ’round like a punt
i make a hunnid a day, count it all up in your face
all this water on my chain
got me lookin’ like i’m in a lake
i don’t eat with you n-gg-s, you eatin’ that burger and i’m eatin’ steak
rock that off-white, but all your designer be fake (yaah!)

[hook: young dolph]
i don’t understand why these n-gg-s hate
man, we get the same hours everyday
man, it’s crazy all this shit these n-gg-s claim
they be lyin’ through they teeth, these n-gg-s lame
i be countin’ up them hunnids everyday
these n-gg-s broke and i just really can’t relate
gotta separate the real from the fake
these n-gg-s pussy and i really can’t relate (that n-gg- a b-tch!)

[outro: young dolph]
ayee!
aye, i’m really the king of south memphis, n-gg-
you can’t relate
we really runnin’ this money up, you can’t relate
y’all n-gg-s really some b-tches
i can’t relate
it’s dolph (paper route empire)
these n-gg-s really pussy
i can’t relate
you know, we really f-ck the check up, you know?
n-gg-, we-we-we’re real street n-gg-s
i ain’t never beef wit’ a f-ckin’ dyk-, haha!
shoutout ho gotti, you a b-tch!
can’t relate
yeah
it’s dolph
aye
aye, aye!

- mcashhole

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