Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving
Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy
Sitting on a tree, because we were so free
3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving
Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising
You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked
If you can't follow the context save yourself from being a fool and just go
All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though
A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll
I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school
And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it
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