And i ain't never plan to be famous
Cause america the terror of,
In the heat of the summer,
Ay yo you wonder who i are
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
At the root of the tree that isaac newton
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
20 racks really thats sneaker money
To the rigors of the industry
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
The right hand of god, the left of the devil,
The name of the game is
That shit look like it’s raks fifth
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