Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
I leave em frettin more than rock stars
Shining like the golden sun
So now she picks up the gun
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Imma look at the stars,
Then the stars don't even matter
Just blink twice and i’m there where you are
Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june
Anything is possible after travelling to moon
You're the snow, i'm the sun
Mami... she open, she open
Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon
I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room
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