Rap is based off of reality, re-a-li-sm
Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something
Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile
It's real dog, i live in the fire
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
And it is to drive in all these fancy cars
Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks
So here i am at the store for some chips
But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer
Temporary the richest, legendary's forever
Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic
You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words
I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,
Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep
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