That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
Just delete that old account, no one will be sad that you're gone.
Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account
Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals
Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,
Take a bunch of medicine without checking the label
I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable
I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun
Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son
Hey brother hope you been checking up our mother,
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier
My account hacked, bullied, wrists that still bleed, yet i'm still here.
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets
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