Track - Deuces Instrumental
Lyrics:
(Chorus)
Lookin at my time,
Flyin so high,
Lookin at my time
Flyin, flying so high
Overstated is underrated
I'm going to vindicate it
Overstated is underrated
I'm going to vindicate it
I got new money attitude, but old money income
Makin monetary moves, movin markets, and then some
Wake up, and I see hater's beefin, sorta like dim sum
Wake up son, I got your girls queefin, screamin damn son.
From texas, boy, the land of the hoe down
Same command i gave your girl before the throw down
Haters gonna hate it, spendin on their hate it card
Cause they know I rock it on that unlimited credit card
Just being good at it, is becoming unpopular
Yall should've known, my first track was the harbinger
Now people be crowdin in my proximity
I should've used some of that rapper hostility
Cause right now, my swag is approximately
Nursing home, cause people keep rockin next to me
The stories are true, I am a hot baller,
why you lookin at me strange like I bought a
magnum, but yea I stuff it with bullets, a lotta
ha, aint no blanks, but I do it for ya daughta
donuts -- im in the dough, you in the hole, like this is Sparta
I do too much for you fellas, I should just say de nada
Shit I could be chillin in grenada,
sippin on a girl wearing bikini prada
people becoming fathers to this bangin hot starter
im tired, I need some goose, like alcoholic water
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overstateds been so hated
since the day that ive done made it
this state is underrated
riding in my mercedes, mojo slurpin by the ladies
tryin to make golden babies, suckas gonna get baited
wishin me best so belated, I told yall it was fated
em, t.i., and jay z
now look who just got slated
haters hatin must be sadists
your music is outdated
caught on fire now i blazed it
you still gettin hazin, i gotta date and you're a raisin
roof is getting raised and you just amazed and you just dazed and watchin me on your days inn,
what the heck is you thinkin
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i wish i could tell you a story with my rhymes
these landmines of lines dont fit with the times
you need beats, shots, and quarter cut limes,
playin quarters with dimes, aint got no time for mine
im slammin my fist on this table,
this shit has morals like a's fables
you throwin em down while im throwin it out
right through the speaker
you got blood shot eyes, like you've been through the ringer
im tellin a story, you still countin ten of your fingers
im supposed to be the devil, supposed to be Lucifer
im not supposed to not give a damn just cause im losin her
when im with her, she knows shes getting played
But like this song she comes back keep lookin for replay
Now I'm back in Times Square where money changes hands
Drugs, hotdogs, and stocks, it's funny, our demands.
I met a dude in an alley near Broadway,
brought to his knees cause of one hard day
he rode the Wall Street bull until it became a bear
he went from rags to riches back to wearing nothing but air
now how could you care about these things that I share
barney said empathize but you killed your inner care bear
Chorus
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