And i got that bait, they all bad
And like to boast and brag
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Wonder where i went wrong
And once i'm dead and gone
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
Swear i will murk any beat
And stop playing hide and seek,
And a fridge and some broccoli
Let me rideuntil i get free
Dress pimping-like and toast like less when
And get it again and again
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