Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen
And their only fucking mission is making a billion
Rawest practice and making
But he don't rule a thing
Your eyes are amazing
The mess you've been making.
He won't sit down, given the crown
Making sure you breaks down
3 homies chilling making classics
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
Where the thing is amazing
About what they're not making
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