Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven
It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb
College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom
Long as she come to me first
My future now being burned
So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling
I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being
Took the form of a human being
I just got one request, stop breathing
Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick
Fuck being counterfeit
Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
I believed in a higher being.
Tell them niggas they sleeping
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