I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space
Turns out she was two faced was treating me like used waste with a bruised base
Maintaining my modest modest as i dream
Seems like there s a killer on the scene
How bout let me kill the track for a second
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
And then it happens, you look up and there she is,
In there she stares ya down for her next fix
We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Then she gets a phone call
These joints here not found at the mall
I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around
High on loud when i be ridin' out
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