Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again
I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight
My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight
Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
6 million ways to die choose one
I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day
They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray
Honey is always the one i'mma call late
Never felt like being this close to break,
Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers
Tried to break this unlawful curse,
Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways
Put expressions in their music and create the face
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