Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
Check out my style here's the esoteric kid
When they see me out in the street
Yea i'm missin some sleep
To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game
Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Don't call me out or you will face the penalty 'n' regret it kid
Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party
That was the warm up let's me bring out the inner me,
Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,
I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again
Get me nose in, blend in with the trend, broke kid ass kid
Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted
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