Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
I just want a best friend
Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/
Insubordinate for good reason
Make fun of my raps and i will kill you with a weapon
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
But living underground as a friend of the devil,
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,
Perceive these words, the making of a legend
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
A sucker punch, it's weak to make fun of you because your a fag/
Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back
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