Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Before, music reflected my feelings,
Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Out of this coviction of feelings
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks
Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix
I'm a mix, i'm all the same.
Take advice keep it clean don't complain
I be giving work to the kids
And add nightmares to the mix.
He got you sick, he takes the mix
You can hear it in my lyrics
A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church
The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,
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