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Kick up my feet in Guatemala while I watch ‘em hate
Said I was broke last year, I flipped the switch like Drake
Fancy restaurant Filet Mignon all on my plate

I just can't think where full clip and I can give man one extra
I know the target's there
I see three, you're darkest fear
Casket's bare, drive-by car key there

Look at me I'm a king
Booker T in this thing
Pushing me to the brim
Couldn't see with the wind
Look at me in this ting
Booker T in this thing
Look at me I'm a king, look at me I'm a king

Man get trampled, man get stamped
Man get stereotyped and amped
Man get gunshots man get shrapnel
I wish you more life than money in the bank
Champagne dancing splash that all over the paigons when the man bust shanks
Man going raving man bust skanks
Man beat once and never come back
You're an impostor who's more of a monster
I can still open the door of a Honda
Oi Wez, I remember when this same sawed-off was longer
While back when the corner was stronger
Still corn if I'm on ya
Call me a monster, then call him a Doctor
Bang bang anywhere gang
I could be anywhere fam, even in a fancy restaurant ordering lobster
Yeah, you look like a snitch
If you get nicked, definitely sing you'll give them all of the opera

Sometimes I wish I can go back to the old days
And stay with all my friends
But I found someone that I can be really happy with
And stay with until the end
If you fuck with me I'll call my brothas to show you some
This beef shit will never end
I don't really know what the fuck this bitch be telling me
Girl can you comprehend
This bitch be to boujee she rocking that Gucci that Louis Vuitton and she wearing that Saint laurent
If you treating me good then I'll hit up your phone telling you that I'm buying whatever You Want
If you wanna go shopping I'll take you to saks fifth then eating at fancy ass restaurants
When we leaving I'm giving a tip and pull out a $100 and do it all nonchalant
He don't want smoke I know he don't want no drama
Bitch i get money i rock all this gucci the Louie the fendi i got me some prada
Spark up a wood yeah I feel like myself so today I might just go fuck on yo mama
Count up these racks yeah I feel like Obama
We might blow up right in yo face like osama
She told me to bring a friend or two tell that hoe im bringing like five
Try to go fuck with my gang it ain't going your way bro i promise you will not survive
I just be rapping about the same hoe ima keep doing this shit til i die
Surrounded by all of these hoes but I only want you yeah I do not know why
I'm only eighteen and I got me a dream
Ima keep chasing that shit if I wanna
If he try to run up then I got me a beam
Leave that boy scarred yeah we leave him with trauma
I know that's yo bitch but she wanted me
He be smoking that cancer I'm smoking on that marijuana
That's a mistake tryna run up on me bitch I got me a blade yea I fell in love with my Katana
Hittin yo phone I'm like what are you doing
You used to be cool then you fucked around girl I gotta admit I don't like how you moving
I know she ain't ever have no faith me so I gotta go get all this money and prove it
I was built for this shit so you know ima do it
If my bro ever switch then you know I might lose it
I'm trying to go and just smoke and make music

From a civic 
To a beemer
To a benz
Gotta baddie lined up
Yeah you know she a 10
With the phone on selfy mode she blessin the lenz
And she down to link
Soon as the DM sends

I gotta whole gang of cousins 
Rollin in the whip tonight
And we aint holdin up the walls
We in the disco lights
Tearin it up
If you aint here to party 
Stay the fuck away from us
Im michael jackson dangerous
Walking on the moon
Feeling high as a flight
Come and kick it with a cuzzin
Cause ya boy dont bite
I got Beers on tap 
And the buds in zags
Leave ya colours at home 
Cause We dont trip off rags

We just partyyy
And bullshit
Till your spewing up
In the bushes
That bicardi
Was ruthless
And your uncles yellin
Ow bei your fuckin useless

With a toothless grin 
You gotta shoot to win
So pick up ya nuts 
And go hit mumsy up
Cause my boy its getting late
And you dont wanna have to go home and masturbate
Yeah life is great
Poppin off in the party with the pills on plates
This the 47 17
She dont need a fancy date
Just kick ons at the cousins
And some mdma

Wait for the night
Pass the plate to the right
Roll that note 
Drip in throat
Hook the line 
And take a bite

Wait for the night
Pass the plate to the right
Roll that note 
Drip in throat
Hook that line 
And take a bite

Eating servo pies 
At a quarter to 5 
Bought another pack of ciggies
Keep the party alive
We aint got no place to be
Basically
We lookin for kickonz 
Haste-fully 
The suns coming up 
And were coming down 
Just got a txt
Told the boys come around
Shades on my face 
To hide the disgrace 
Stop by the bros
To pick up a case 
Of some half filled bottles of
Straight shit
Im wasted
Lifes for the living no time to
Waste it
Do the same thing next weekend
Like we copy and paste it
Face it 
We just a bunch of degenerates
But hey
Still better than being on the dole and pregnant 
Ay
Shit ive been at work all week.

One day I used an injector
Drew something from my vessel
Caffeinated glutinous liquid
Blood and espresso
I know how dopamine works when you give up your paddles
Leave me to face the infinity moonlight I was blocked by the window
But what does it mean
I just kept on moving on the way to consume coffee beans
I haven't told my stories all what I've put on paper is just a ball of shit
Motherfuckin' high technology lead to only corruption pays
Attention to the illusion, illusion behind the language revulsion against orphanage
Where I lived in where me and my broken heart raised my pain
It's not washable nearly miserable.

Yo' that's a lame trend
We come from two different worlds
Like Uncle L sang
Go tell fam
That why I play hard
It's just a gal thang
I know my words sting
So tell the whole gang
Well oh dang
Still pushin' ma's whips?
You lil' poor thang
You like the rims on my ride?
You need a hike?

all on my Jeep
Ain't got no handprints on my golds, they all on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck me 'til I tell 'em all to time out
She stroke it, I can't coach it, I'm like 'Time out'
I'm not no snitch, but I be tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
I'm so tired of tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?