I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.
"how money running this world?!"
We left em a world that's cursed
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed
Run on a ramage until the world ends
I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
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