Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound
But the fucking bank account, any any any amount
Defiance to any higher presence,
So i guess that's where i hide my things
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Oh wait thats right you don't have any
Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her
It could possibly get any better
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Go the distance without any assistance
I'm not gonna write any wack shit like any other rapper did
Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted
Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne
Any way any day i relay what's on my brain
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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