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(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
(Lonely boy)
Yea, shoot for the muh fuckin' stars
Pressure make diamonds, god with the timing, copped my girl a new car
The least I can do, you know the shit real, when she love you, even with flaws
Yea, them boys, they pussy, can't eat with the dogs
Don't call me your friend, don't call me your homie, what we believe is at odds
The way that we bleed at odds
I look, all I see is frauds
Got pain that hurt so muh fuckin' deep it made me believe in god
Took over the game, no we ain't the same, I'm something like Steven Jobs
My bitch got needs, but unlike these rappers, she will never need a job
I live it for real, these pussies, they live for the camera
My bitch tryna fuck, but I'm in the stu, she throwing a tantrum
Dedicated like Weezy, I get dramatic, pull out the cannon
The one who knocks, yeah, I am the danger, Wet Bryan Cranston
Guess money do heal cuz my pockets ain't hurting
Had to cut some off, all the drama ain't worth it
Was looking to kill myself but end up finding my purpose
I roll with the misfits and the freaks, gang like a circus
Cooking these muh fuckin' crackers, shit like a genocide
I'm from a muh fuckin' hood you cannot gentrify
Gators eating bodies till there's nothing to identify
Throw the 3's up, now the world know what that signifies
This too shall pass, some words that I live by
Most days I'm good, some days I wanna get high
Can't get too close, dog I'm sick of watching my friends die
Money come with everybody problems but with no damn guide
Surmounted my fate, surrounded by fakes
Encountered some grace, rebounded my faith
No matter the case, god makes no mistakes
So look at my face, you got what it takes
Born again, I'm feeling like mase
Born to sin, gun still on my waist
Cloned again, they copy and paste
Lil B Wetto, so muh fuckin' based
Whipping that muh fuckin' culli
Whipping that muh fuckin' trucky
Gave up the percs but I popped a PM, that muh fucker got me a lil ducky
Hell no, you is not my buddy
Love when her booty lil chubby
Pink vape, taking a puffy
Suck on my dick till you love me
Couple pills a day to help keep the dog away
I know you feel it too, man, shit just not the same
Just a part of life, ain't about who you got to blame
Might be your shot to change
Yea, shoot for the muh fuckin' stars
Pressure make diamonds, god with the timing, copped my girl a new car
The least I can do, you know the shit real, when she love you, even with flaws
Yea, them boys, they pussy, can't eat with the dogs
Don't call me your friend, don't call me your homie, what we believe is at odds
The way that we bleed at odds
I look, all I see is frauds
Got pain that hurt so muh fuckin' deep it made me believe in god
Took over the game, no we ain't the same, I'm something like Steven Jobs
My bitch got needs, but unlike these rappers, she will never need a job
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