Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves
With third dimensional shapes with no means
If you ain't about money
Dueling with duality.
And don't make vibrations stop
With rock, shock rap with doc
I entered with, rendered with it,
That's when you know you doing shit
Started talking tough fuck i want my money damn i want it caching
Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping
South beach fountain blue
Die with hope, live with virtue
In my drawsring, ring, ring
With gimmicks replying
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges
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