It's to all those kids who grew up with nothing, dry your tears,
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Leave you slumped im a beast and i tear out your heart
Want the title but im always fighting under card
But i don't need your fucking pity so don't even shred a tear
Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care
We never tattle, let god handle that
You based your life off of 50's shit
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
I'll come right back with a divebomb and tear your career apart
Need some weed, awful dry
Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
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