With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you
Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress
I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
All my shit designer and i’m still a minor
Quickly replacing any clothing that was strafed and warn..
Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn
Or your designer clothes littering the floor,
And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for
Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,
I know i'm not the only bastard in america
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