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    Flip my calendar
    Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
    If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
    You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
    Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
    Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
    Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
    It's a lot, there's steak on your A1

    (Huh) should've never pawned your Glock
    You was moving like a pawn, your spot getting swarmed out
    Redhead, lil ho got real head
    Tried to call her Jean Grey, and she Stormed out
    Balling like a free safety, I'm zoned out
    I was playing Green Day in the dope house
    Five-man, and you know I brought the ho's out
    And they ready to drop it like a rollout
    If she goin', we can hangout
    If she ain't goin', we can hangout
    I don't fuck everything in my face anyway
    They can twist anything that you say now
    Yeah, felt my clip when she put her hip in my hip
    My fault, babe
    All black, tryna talk to an alt bae
    Make her tilt her head back like Salt Bae
    Niggas try to throw salt, don't got taste
    Heard what you had to say, took one grain
    It was mundane, can you try and not hate me for once, dang
    We on the wrong page
    (Let me)

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    Flip my calendar
    Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
    If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
    You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
    Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
    Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
    Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
    It's a lot, there's steak on your A1

    Yeah, I don't let snake shit slip
    The result, I done lost a few friendships
    Deep down, really knew you'd flip shit
    I been waiting on the queue like bishop
    I ain't really in the mood to admit shit
    I was tryna move in dimensions
    Few could envision hues and the pigments
    Rules gettin' bent in the pew
    I'm true with the fiction
    'Lotta niggas wish they could do what I do, but I do it with truth
    That's the difference
    Got a few screws that be loose, she could twist 'em
    Take her through the roof like a twister, okay
    Trust fucked up, but it's okay
    Lost my mind, my ho, my bro
    My whole side of town, but it's okay
    Got a feeling that I'ma see more days (like the old days)

    Flip my calendar
    Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
    If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
    You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
    Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
    Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
    Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
    It's a lot, there's steak on your A1

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