Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
So they quit voting me, so i say fuck cyphers and props,
In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars
Your saying i suck, well fuck, i guess its my bad luck, mister buck,
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines
I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types
Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan
Life's about decisions man
I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right
In his knapsack and drifted in delight.
Stop thinking so hard and trying so hard
Like a small garage in your backyard
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