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Let em light up a square, billie jean in the air Kept it a hunnid, like a air force pair If they don’t give me the chair I clown them all boy this shit is unfair Behind closed doors I’m still gon’ be forever aware Let em label me a backpack rapper Turn to a school shooter All the top 5 get hit, unless they call tutors I took a chance like monopoly, now who’s stoppin’ me? I’m watchin’ out for all the weird vibes and the animosity Just holdin’ on to god’s hand, the well on dry land Fuck they time span, in my season I won’t die bland Cause in a way, my whole lane is free Like I-10 it’s like I spend every day in the chokie, I’m locked in And my grandma house is my sanctuary, I can’t get carried Fruit was hangin’ low when we play on cherry The angel dust we servin’ could taint the fairies We sraining dairys, raised with bad culinary We was taught to make it barely, yeah Cocaine stickin’ to your gums like tables If you don’t like the shit, then you can leave like basil His back got batteries, we jump em’ like cables The feds on scope, so fiends peelin’ off the labels I don’t really wanna hear that shit, nigga SongtexteI don’t really wanna hear your problems I don’t really wanna hear that shit, nigga If you don’t like it, go and get a job They hirin’ dummies on the block Story is the niggas you call close the ones that plot Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon’ get a drop Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can’t get a drop a My tde calls come from the top the one I speak directly to is top New rappers tryin’ legends for the notch And every has-beens interviews are watched Listen, ray vaughn be clear of your peers Cause in a couple years, it be musical chairs We done seen niggas panic and show us they tears Reminiscing over hits, but the money ain’t there Truth or dare, still get it for 18, I swear Reasonable doubt and all my thoughts are cashmere The paper cut the tips of my fingers like cashiers I tell you stunt dummies, you welcome to crash here Cocaine stickin’ to your gums like tables If you don’t like the shit, then you can leave Like basil his back got batteries, we jump him like cables The feds on scope, so fiends peelin’ off the labels I don’t really wanna hear that shit, nigga I don’t really wanna hear your problems I don’t really wanna hear that shit, nigga If you don’t like it, go and get a job They hirin’ dummies on the block, story is The niggas you call close the ones to plot, ayy Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon’ get a drop, ayy Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can’t get a drop, ayy I’m from l.A. County, a strange place, cocaine base They know who I am without name play, no gameplay Locked up, my bro got the same case, and I blame face That enemies get stuck to no features, like a blank face He got no heir like a king without a son Caught my cousin with the pills, said he goin’ on a run And the time that they gon’ give him, he might never see the son No, the time that they gon’ give him, he might never see a son, that’s the one Got a hundred shots of vodka in my piss Growin’ up is realizin’ d-bo was a bitch You know the code, nintendo niggas bet not ever switch What he told for his family, we don’t wanna hear that shit nigga Cocaine stickin’ to your gums like tables If you don’t like the shit, then you can leave like basil His back got batteries, we jump him like cables The feds on scope, so fiends peelin’ off the labels I don’t really wanna hear that shit, nigga I don’t really wanna hear your problems I don’t really wanna hear that shit, nigga If you don’t like it, go and get a job They hirin’ dummies on the block, story is The niggas you call close to one’s the plot, ayy Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon’ get a drop, ayy Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can’t get a drop, ayy Aus Songtexte Mania