You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back
I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/
Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one
Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,
Then i will fuck with molly
50,000 ones before i hit the lobby
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
And i ain't gonna bitch about it and not do jack shit/
I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck
Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up
While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong
Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone
Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical
10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single
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