Bury me while i try producing my dreams
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne
Chilling in my mansion bruce wayne/
Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid
Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...
I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.
Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message
Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations
Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins
The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive
But i was more self concerned with the broads in life
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth
I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows
I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/
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