To all the frauds stop faking, relax
I already blown my chance
The purple ones if you got chance
Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance
Check my bank account, got racks on racks
How the fuk could they have a chance
Stupid ass nigga shouldn't step out his stance
From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams
People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,
That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats
Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance
Change factors race the lane backwards take chance
From an african american stance
Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs
No monopoly type flow, no chance
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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