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LYRICS : Next door neighbours smell the aroma Triple A shit I’m a premium smoker Bet on myself, no folding Man like me don’t play no poker Jokers all in my comments claiming that I fell off and the run is over Really I made more hits and half of the time I was hardly sober Only the radio stations, record labels who think it’s lies Only cause I do not pay for the tracking spins and I did not sign V12 engine motor but I don’t drive I pay the chauffeur I’m catching a fever when I’m on fire ‘cause my heart get colder They do not love us they wanna divide Voodoo spells on the boy cannot suffice I’m too divine You boys ain’t got no backbone how is you stepping without a spine You boys ain’t got no soul I can tell you looked in the devil’s eyes I never wrote up a cv Was too busy selling out cd’s Before you could stream on your pc They say I look taller on tv I know the kids wanna be me I know they mad and I understand They back in the hood smoking bidis Haha, right Even Americans know what it is Came up tryna impress for a co-sign Now I don’t need that shit None of em’ better than this And half of them guys ain’t really that big And I ain’t promoting bottles just to get on a live with Rick If it ain’t broken we don’t fix KTK went platinum, P3 coming in ‘26 And we going viral when I’m with Clen you know it’s lit We already know these blogs online gon’ say I dropped a diss And say I’m talking ‘bout niggas who really to me just don’t exist All I’m hearing is A-Reece that & A-Reece this The boy is whack, the boy is mid He always raps, he shouldn’t sing But just like Dj Khaled, T-Pain all I do is… Next door neighbours smell the aroma Triple A shit I’m a premium smoker Bet on myself, no folding Man like me don’t play no poker Jokers all in my comments claiming that I fell off and the run is over Really I made more hits and half of the time I was hardly…