A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
Time to flip the switch and find my true fate/
They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest
If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,
My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist
This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed
When really i'm a virgo and the truest
I got money mind and money on my wrist
My gun your scars, your wrist your calls
So i went down south but i ended up north
My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze
Ain't no women at the shows
Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big
With the flick of my wrist syphilis spitting it's sick
Nigga i could flip a verse off the top of the dome
The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home
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