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It's quite a challenge, woozy I find a balance Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant Losin' touch 'n' puffin' a loosy that's where I found it One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic When I'm on a bender it's usually when I miss home Mentally repairing and staring up out the window Looking for revenge it's the Count de Monte Cristo I be counting money by the fistful, youngin' You don't know what nothing bout this though, youngin' Zelda got the motherfucking 6-4 hummin' Sip till you slip get a grip y'all buggin' I went to the desert, took a trip no luggage Saw stars dancing party in the Mars mansion As big as Kardashian asses gargantuan All these kids nappin' I'm asking for large ransom Got the energy documentary Charles Manson Big bowl of cereal, fuckin' up some Cheerios This some real shit I think y'all don't really hear me tough Dap you with the left, I'm antibacterial I'm big star Mario, here we go (Here we go) I don't know a thing but I'm still a genius 2021 I wanna fill arenas Got lil' shorty who model for Wilhelmina She ain't Filipina but she feel the penis (Ha-ha!) I does all my recognition run it back give that a second listen Always had it I just added repetition SongtexteLabel tracking data like a statistician, never had the vision That I do I had to do that independent That was when I realized, I just gotta keep doing shit. I was looking around for a long time, looking at other people like they were doing shit right and I was doing shit wrong. And then I realized nobody actually knows what the fuck they're doing. But the people that succeed are the people that just keep doing it Nobody got the solution don't let them give you advice They try to copy the sauce but they ain't give it the spice See I mix in the wrongs they only mix in the rights Add everybody I lost and that's what give it the life That's the recipe, that's the best of me That's a lesson not a loss it's God testin' me I know it's a rental car it's not impressin' me It's not raw it's not real it's all wrestlin' Gimme the belt now, I had a meltdown They ain't do me no solids but they wanna help now And I don't need ya it's just me and Kawika, yeah I let Corbett do the beats and on my reefer sativa I know G gonna pull up with that casamiga tequila I know we gon' make a record he gon' be on the feature I can't release it, it's a big summer Can't go fuckin' up the bag it's a big number, yeah So pay up, time to pay up, yeah Still asleep so I gotta stay up, yeah Them bitches hackin' at you on the way up, mhm But this a dunk ain't no fuckin' layup, ooh It's quite a challenge, woozy I find a balance Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant Losin' touch 'n' puffin' a loosie that's where I found it One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic Aus Songtexte Mania