Trying to rob my lyrical bank,
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
Pitchfork doesn't need a plate
Account the amount we are paid
She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out
I'm talking first place, ten stacks in your account
Getting bank and that is literal
And everything is purple
Money in the bank gotta have
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class
Naming his account eminem, putting a photo of shady
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel
My account hacked, bullied, wrists that still bleed, yet i'm still here.
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