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Run a mile, I got two cakes
Ones the cost of happiness, the other is pool parties
With bitches in the crib, bump and grindin', let hips shake
Patek on my wrist, with Dior on my shoelace
But the cost of happiness is a true taste
Second cake, all my niggas start actin' two faced
Jealousy over loyalty, the cost too great
Money like my calories, I had to move weight
Their promise like an atheist, I'm startin' to lose faith
Double G's on, now they startin' to move snake
Throwin' trash bars, I ain't tryna produce waste
You talk a lot of shit, damn nigga here's toothpaste
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