I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent
All my friends dead,and so much bodies left
My phone isn't dead cause i can hear it beeping
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
Is not far from white girls with big bread
Cuz once the world gets on my ass i’ll be dead,
My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight
And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
Holla out my set
Even when my dreams are dead
And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set
Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead
But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck
And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.
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