High: that's why they call us planes
You fags, send ya to hells gates
It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black
You fags will never hold me back
Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad
You fags will never hold me back
And still got my nike boots
School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools
But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats
Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags
We getting money, you can face the facts
I'm doing this for me, myself, and i, fags,
Fags make us beat em easier than achievers
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags
87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks
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