I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one
Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
And get it again and again
And their mothers and fathers
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy
Tryin to find ya boy big patrick and turn ya prince to a frog.
Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop
Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet
And stop playing hide and seek,
Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
And once i'm dead and gone
December 4th a star was born
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