Finally the bell rings and then he finally realizes
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford
I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord
I style on new york, pile up my fork
He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord
And as i pray the lord pulls the pain up out of this man.
My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan
Wanted the lord to rearrange
Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Nowadays usually it's his pockets
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