40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Jason keaton, i can only imagine
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
If only i could go back into the 80’s
You, you, you have to pay for that
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
S on my chest like a superman vest
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same
S queezys very bold
But for long time i had gone cold
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