College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys
We're all just living in a fantasy
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
An happy home, that's my fantasy
Look it something they can't ever see
When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet
But hey yo look, money from across the street
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"
E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees
And there's little to be glad for
Put those fake nigger s to do my labor
Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet
Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that
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