They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,
Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,
Alot of episodesand as the glock loads
I take tokes while you little niggas take notes
She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes
Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars
In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars
Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes
Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes
Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/
And god blessed me with a lot of patience
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas
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