I'm everything that they call nice
I feel like a low-life, with no life
Not only high, but i season you cats
We den turnt it up now it's at the max
20 racks really thats sneaker money
These other cats bring blasphemy
Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive
I have no fucking problem or whores in my life
Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,
Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs
Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags
This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats
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