Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Be ???/ with no hesitation , i would get beat/ a front , with no
You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though
Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow
You wanna fuck with us o no!
Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt
Those are your wounds this is the salt
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse
Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers
The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt
He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord
I got no friends with no ends
I like rollin' with friends
He told me he never knew how all of the crackers felt,
I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared
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