Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime
Cause my life is the greatest tragedy of sworn time.
The life of a farmer is governed by sun
I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life
The way i speak is state of the art
Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard
The paranoia of a life lived high is scrubbed from me
You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably
Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major
The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her
This is the name of the game, i hate the way that it looks,
Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit
Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
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