Feeling like he was living in a ditsy cup.. (ditsy cup..)
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest
Fuck 1 2 3 syllables im resurrecting multis from cardiopulmonary arrest,
Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck
Ugh, 1 nug, 2 nug, 3 nug, 4, i just want to blow colors,
Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers
I am a depressed child when aint gotta fuckin gram, but i smoke that's just who the fuck i am
Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake
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