F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake
They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
I´m so high, my shoes so fly
Everything is subject to change like broken dollars
It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/
I think its love dont you think so
Hit the club she drop it low
Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
I love u so much i guess u have other plans
It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,
And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough
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