No thanks required, i was fired for being clear,
Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear
I aint no fucking runner,
When we not in summer
Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool
Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school
Do like a toaster put your bread down
I don't want no fucking crown
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think
Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest
Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different
I need a fucking ladder to get outta this dump,
Gucci man, it's the gucci crew
Outta the fucking blue/
Im trying to get outta here man im really trying
Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring
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