I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
If he didn't have the price i'm asking
You know my swag is outstanding,
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped
Im moving so fast im moving right past,
But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind
And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child
Cause im so damn trowed. uhh.
Yeah, one time for the
Niggas couldn't fill my shoes
My swag is to the roof
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