Oops, i'm so sorry
Light skinned hell of a body
I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week
Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek
A while ago we started therapy
To my gunfulfillin' my destiny
Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow
Alright, this one time, it felt like a long time ago,
The descendant of reptilian overlords from a trillion years ago
You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though
Not a week goes by without a fight
Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light
Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed
Nigga tryna sell give him a week
And if any body asks im away for the week
But hey yo look, money from across the street
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