I’m tryna be low key
Got 35 up on that last kings tee
I had on a black tee,
C’mon and let’s chill baby
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me
Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees
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