40 on my face, getting cash
Lights will flash, cars will crash
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team
Guess i’m different than most
Signs of you getting smoked
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
I'm getting sick of the bullshit,
My niggas getting mad
And i got that bait, they all bad
But nah, he is quite different
200 degrees but im getting sucked
Well aren't you getting fed up
They like talking, its like gossip
What you getting is death
Baby i’mma mess, mess
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