Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position
Don't put shit into my head my brain is not a fucking bin,
Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin
Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion
You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/
Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Or be swept to see like osama bin laden was left in the ocean
Only ever talk about how iv bin probation
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin
I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition
It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
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