Mad, stealing clothes cause you broke, and you know that
I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track
Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
And roll all my own blunts
He dont want the diamonds
But you never come when you period is five days
Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.
So im spittin over beats and smoking trees
Y'all know that nigga in the movies
Straight g thing, double m g thing
Eight in the evening and we're up smoking
And i got them gold bottles, first place
Im removing the rules and stealing your face
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