And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb
The youngest of my mother kids
You move bricks, i give 2 shits
Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame
Whats goin inside their brain, that shits insane
Cuz that shits just too tame
I'm going off the top of the brain
Wale, d.c. thats me, huh
But far from dumb nigga,
Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks
Never takin shit, but i take a lot of shits
Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
And the v12, that's on various trips
From the platinum hits to unlicensed shits
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