Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke
Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote
When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer
But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker
Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass
Cause you're most likely to crash
All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash
Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
You cannot just threaten my ass while on drugs when i'm paranoid
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die
Just another product of this matrix
My cumb’s all up and on your tits
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