Anything that i spit comes out in gold!
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red
That i just haven't came up with a name yet
Believe me, i'm beyond dead
Now your wrists are covered in red
Im going to get some head
And please never disrespect my set
Black clouds circle my weary head
Is not far from white girls with big bread
And then i saw the red,
Sunroof flow so over your head
I'll through you in a river
You know...you know who you are
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european
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