I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name
I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,
I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace
6 million ways to die choose one
I beach chair, with my malibu vision
Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave
I'm just trying to learn better ways
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my
These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,
Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom
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