Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm the rudest guy 'n' i'll steadily save my legacy 'n' lengthen it
I gotta know if it's real or not
Faded like a barber shop
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
I'm undead, undeniable, unable to save
Stop begging for benjamins, beget your recompense and start wrecking shop with
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it
So how the fuck do i save
But i know i see better days
Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop
Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top
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