See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Body with no regrets in the backyard next to my pets,im never dissin these
May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release
Until someone gives a try on a old record,
Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort
It's my new old shit against your old new shit
And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
In my old school, with the naughty
Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets
Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits
At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old
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