But nah, he is quite different
Grab the scissors and saws and
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them
And get it again and again
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
And don't ever (and don't ever)
And stop playing hide and seek,
More money that mean less sleep
Shout out my nigga miles
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
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