Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred
The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever
They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her
Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,
Look it something they can't ever see
They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement
One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed
About disaster in the world and
Just made like a hundred grand
I got a hundred fuckin problems but i only need an answer to one,
Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often
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