Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand
I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet
Of a convertible elopin' to get married
I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
In the sand hes positioned, switching sitting from standing
Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round
Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,
Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show
Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,
I'm sure to get rich
Hot like florida sand bitch
I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand
But seem to forget they're already trapped in the sand
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
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