Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers
Until the day i put 100k inside her purse
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players
Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve
To maintain we must gain the trust of the game players,
But fuck destiny and fuck legacy
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,
'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,
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