Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan
Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan
On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt
Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered
For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice
Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs
Got my shirt off the club too packed
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross
To start off i got more props than you so back off
I wanna be the best but i got to get this shit off my chest
Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest
My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets
Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,
Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale
You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail
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