Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
These my rhymes and my story
My shirt, purple label my shirt
Yeah you know i got that work
He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs
My shit thigh like my bootstraps
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out
Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout
You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
This is just my year, just my day, and just my time
You mean to tell me everything gon be fine
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