Look, viewin life from the 36th floor
You showed me to the door
Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever
When i was 15 the kids at school locked me in a cellar,
Cause once a whore steps through my door
Mo county, va, show is over, encore
Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/
Ima go until my arm's sore
Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more
And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,
Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor
I'll be tapping both ways like a salesman goin' door to door,
As he blocks bullets with the heli door
I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore
I'm tired of life i'm autta it's door
Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more
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