Hundred k in twenty-two hours
Grow it in my red house
My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet
That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick
Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig
And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange
And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
When i used to play outside with my brother in september
My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
I shot my dad in the face
Looking for them better days
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