Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long
And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
But thank god that i'm blessed, that's none of my stress
I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
There must be god cos im so blessed,
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket
If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block
Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god
First off congratulations on the win
Carved by the god with all his passion,
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