Bitches pursue me like a dream
Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.
It will forever sip from it's cup
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
And the governor couldn’t give one fuck
Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup
America's most wanted like chi ali
I got crunk off a straight black coffee
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup
Woke up, toke up, and start my morning
Cut me off every time im talking
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
Tissues and moans even in the morning
Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup
Trying to get away, but i think im stuck
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