Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
Tell these people something they don`t know about me
And i'm still hurtin over pops
And grow up to smoke rocks.
You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero
My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know
Honestly i'm scared to grow up and be my own man,
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter
I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper
To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
Clearly its my fault i know i need to grow up/
I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club
I've never been one to give up fast
But money never lasts, in fact it's only last
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