Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars
Got like a hundred cars
Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours
Hoes love me because of my cars
Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
I feel like i got fifty cars
Snapple fact: you rather wack
What a bummer, what a drag
Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there
Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair
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