Fuck how you feelin´, I´m feelin´ great Only pray for the real, hope they kill the fake How he come from the bottom and wheel his weight
I just walked through the back and I´m feelin´ safe Gotta smoke ´cause these women be stressin´ me All the talkin´ ain´t never affectin´ me Makin´ ??? roll up like the pedigree They be wishin´ it was ´em instead of me Fuck you want me to do? Bitch, I work for it To be gifted, you live with a curse for it Problems I can´t got to church for So I don´t got time for no hurt, ho But I carry the team, I got back pain City boys, she wan´ fuck up the accent Makin´ candy, put sweet in my black paint And this EV it don´t got no gas tank
Too many shooters Racks in the shoe box Gotta make two stops
I got some new opps Out in the nighttime I want the blue dot Out on the Westside Feel like the new Pac
Fucked the bitch, got the burner on me Think I see the police in my backyard Muhfuckers, be lurkin´ on me Brand new spot on these niggas when the cash grow Brand new spot and I stepped on the gas, ho Twenty O for the merch in a good week It gon´ fuck with your head but we don´t speak
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