Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Tested my mettle just because i wouldn't settle
My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental
Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe
What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?
I got a green bag with them blue strands
I literally almost shit my pants/
And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
We getting money, you can face the facts
Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Oh my apologies i was just speaking sarcastically
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