Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied
So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide
Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool
I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school
I don't want to die, that's a door for immortality
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,
At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding
They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like i have got
They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block
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