See me with a husband
No preference, irrelevant
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
High: that's why they call us planes
No hesitations no waits
Self made coming soon
No fear, no cheer, all gloom
No more money, no more fame
They think they bring that pain
I make you feel like it is 10 below
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear
No place no career no place to even steer
Get you high, keep it on the low
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
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