Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life
I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke
This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,
The marathon of this game always changes in pace
It made me depressed, and i confess, i lied to your face,
Lambo, roscoe, no street code
And i'm convinced we're broke,
Face i'm just a wheels man, and i'm broke,
I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat
Heavy depressed and stressed, started sniffing sosa
Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
Never ever pay rent
They end up repressed and depressed
To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
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