I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that
Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
I have one stack of cash i have 17 dollars addin by multiplying,
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
To understand the dividing lines and barriers that,
Off by decimals, a fellow vegetable
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think
Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/
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