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[Chorus]
Momma, I don't wanna lie to you
But you can't stomach the sh*t I do
I did it all to make a name
And now I have to run away
Momma, I don't wanna lie to you
I showed the world what I could do
And now they know my f*cking name
This sh*t will never be the same, be the same, be the same, be the same
Be the same, be the same, be the same, be the same
Be the same
Never

[Verse 1]
I stepped in the trenches with some mothaf*ckin' handmade jeans
Had these b*tches tripping on me like they swallowed LSD
I looked in my pockets, it was overflowing hella green
Can't talk to you, I'm too busy getting my name in magazines
Pitchfork, they be watching me, Needle Drop be watching me
All these n*ggas watching me like films made by Miyazaki
Whip all black like Totoro, my b*tch bad like Mononoke
You don't wanna try me? Last one tried it just got f*ckin' choked
2015 them n*ggas tried to kill me, ain't no f*ckin joke
Grew up fighting all my life, I x-ray through the f*ckin' smoke
2013 my homie had got dropped right up the block
From where I lay my head, found out next day and my heart stopped
So where I'm from, you talking all that sh*t, you better mean that
That metal leave your ass stuck and we ain't talking freeze tag
You brave up on the internet, just know I seen between that
My n*ggas seen you in the flesh, you ran off like you fleabag
[Chorus]
Momma, I don't wanna lie to you
But you can't stomach the sh*t I do
I did it all to make a name
And now I have to run away
Momma, I don't wanna lie to you
I showed the world what I could do
And now they know my f*cking name
This sh*t will never be the same

[Verse 2]
Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, Goyard
b*tch you know I'm busy, why you steady cyclin' my name?
b*tch you know I'm c*cky, why you tryna tell me it's the fame?
Moving bass in Harlem, watch me make something shake
Feeling like I'm Harden, sh*t's been all outta shape
I been gettin' larger and it makes them irate
I been surgically distinguishing the real from the fake
But I seen the type of sh*t that'd make your hands shake
That'd make ya nerves jump, put your head on a swivel
Have you clutching on the burner like a child with his pillow
And I been a fast learner so I saw something in you that was itching on my nervousness
Shall I continue with the psychoanalytics
Or are you gon' stay a hunnid as to why you been pretending?
Got a circle full of serpents reminiscent of a prison
Just remember it ain't beef if it ain't never been a victim, lil' n*gga, what
[Outro]
But now they know my f*ckin' name
This sh*t'll never be the same
Be the same, be the same, same
But now they know my f*ckin' name
sh*t'll never be the same
Be the same