Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage
I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch
My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight
She won't leave, dick as big as kelly price's appetite
Life's a maze, gotta get through ways within few days
And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways
I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face
Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Changing our ways to coincide with feds,
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