Stick up weezy wit a thumbtack straight fact,
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped
You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams
I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats
Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch
I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum
But nope, i'm interested in a topic i got no chance wit,
Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that
Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
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