To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Full of shit, like i ate that john
Im tired of being slepted on
A childhood being depressed,
Hold my tears i tried my best
While you were sittin being lame,
All the bitches know my name
Just the fact of being there
Turn around and then you flip your hair
Watching for the cops that's moving through
I bet it hard being you
Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with
Doing work and being progressive, impressive
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