I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly
Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high
Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters
I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters
Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,
Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore
I sit in the front seat to avoid getting laughed at more
Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus
Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay
I need to get out there soon, the cash is getting away
At least my lines don't come out like yours-weak and malnourished...
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Now our friendship got kicked out the door
Of impactful things one can ask for
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