Talkin bout that trill life
We hustle to survive
So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece
But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave
He seemed so sincere, so she finally gave in
I'm bald bull to my little mac competition
See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots
Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods
Drake. but i'm stuck in this wake, this place, oh for gods sake let me out!
Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud
But five years from now i bet she see
Doomed by gods stupidity
Getting pentakills like #jmills, stay trill
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing
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