Yeah
Yeah
I look up 'cause I can't look down on y'all bitch niggas no more, man
If that casket ain't 24 karat gold when I die
Then I ain't made enough fucking money, man
And that's real talk
God
This my roll-weed time
Don't turn it into dead-in-the-street time
Her legs do the peace sign
Know the hood so well, don't need street signs
Young, rich, and iconic
Big titties, I'm signing
Burning bitches and chronic
Big white smoke clouds every time I talk
Does it look like I'm in a comic?
Everything I rock, I designed it
Realer nigga, won't find it
Okay, I be stacking that cheddar
Bet that shit won't expire
Got me balling so hard, I need me Jerry Maguire
I made a mil before 25, man, and I ain't even no lie, bitch
I ain't saying that shit to brag neither
I'm saying that to inspire
I'm like, "Damn, boy
Fuck you saying, boy?" Hating on me knowing that you is a fan, boy
When I'm around, you call me cuz like we fam, boy
Rapping like me lets me know that I'm the man, boy
Okay, Hennessy and Bombay is a real nigga entrée
I gave her my grande
My food is picante
My girls is Beyoncé
Your boyfriend beyond gay
I seen him hang with DeAndre
And they was looking like prom dates
One time for my hood 'til I go in the ground
I'm throwing it up 'cause they holding me down
I'm perverted as fuck, got a pole in the house
Got your girl and your girl and they hoing it out
But you standing outside 'cause no hoes is allowed
If you work like I work, you would throw in the towel
Once you get in this life, man, there's no coming out
And haters look at me like snow in the south
Surprise, nigga
Man, fuck it, I'm on, you off
And I hope you die, nigga
Why you alive, nigga?
I'm stacking dough 'cause my momma dick they despise
Yeah, I'm the one that these hating niggas despise
They mugging
You better take off your fucking disguise, nigga
Bitch made is in your eyes, nigga
Lies, nigga
Shut the fuck up, everything'll be fine 'cause this my roll-weed time
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