So much green my new car should be a golf cart
For the most part those blocks get bogart
Like the swoosh on my shoes
Kill the jungle let the cats loose
On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh
Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf
Like the bottom of your dated shoes
You would think that i had a match for a tooth
Crockadillys are the shoes for me
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose
Why you keep falling from your own shoes?
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