How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
Lie about the rough times hard days but why
Flapjack, ooh he bring
To all those hard times, hiding
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Get up and bite you must be a pussy
Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz
Cussin' pussy and status,
Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives
I really remember and miss all those times
And realize ur pussy bitch.
Ain't nobody checking for your garbage
Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort
You won six times and twenty two times you've lost
To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times
Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive
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