Trying to get back to this thing called love
You broke my heart in a million pieces.
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
We walk into the room from a million different places
Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,
I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
Mayweather, even i had a fight in a week, i make a million,
I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
One in a million flash, a rehash
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
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