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I'm rock, I'm rockin', I'm rockin' the newest of fashion
Money appear like it's magic
Bitch Imma feen, needa zip inna casket
I think I got me a habit, smoke lotta dope on my pants I be ashin'
But I do not give me a fuck cause I'm finna buy me some new ones
The tech keep on jammin' and shit, I think Imma cop me a new gun
I think Imma die stupid rich, cause God told me that I'm the new one
Fuck it, I think Imma tweak
Feel like Imma shoot sum
You couldn't ever be me
If you had my shoes, you wouldn't do nun
Sober talkin', bitch, I need a blunt now
Up all night until the sun it come out
Rollin' up, I think I'm boutta run out
Studio from morning till the sun down
Peter piper picked a peck of pickled pepper but I popped a perky, who was worse?
Fifteen hunnid dollars on a shirt
Whole team shootin', feel like Steven Kerr, okay
I'm shootin', shootin' this shit, a movie
I do not talk, I do it
Diamonds they ice, a Bruin
Pop me a, I'm booted
Pills are a slippery slope
Drugs, they be giving me hope
I really do em to cope, ha
Stop callin' me a twin, bitch, you not my brudda, my brudda, my brudda, my no
I hop inna Benz, I pray I don't fuck up and cut up and swerve off the road
I know Imma win, I look in the mirror and all I can see is the gold
If she got a friend, she might could just bring her, cause I need a yin for the bro
Dump, dump, dump, dump, dump
Twin inna trap and he makin' it jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Boy, you a bitch, yea we know you a
Lil bro, we know you a punk
Smokin' exotic, I'm smokin' the
Bitch, I be smokin' the skunk
I'm sorry I'm tryna get fried
I think that you fallin' in love, but I think I'm losin' my mind
I feel like I need me a hug, I'm drownin' the pain up inside, woah
I think I caught me a bug, it feel like I went onna ride, no
And I just threw up onna rug, I'm sorry for killin' the vibe, yo
Don't need a hook, think Imma do a luh sixteen, oh, I think it's an eight
Don't read a book, real, I'm makin' my big dreams while these niggas, they hate
I cannot cook, yeah, I'm talkin' kitchen but the stu is a way
Different story, I ain't have no pot to piss in, when I'm up I'm finna flex ho
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