I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Got the skills to pay the bills, stay trill
I used to be the most humble until
I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches
To bad dummy you ain't got skills to back it up with
On point, i hone my skills
I only got four minutes
Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
N schooled by killers i got my mathmatic skills frum the realest dope dealers...
Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars
I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.
We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die
Until i die. got skills to rely, but if i lie, the police beats me until i cry.
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