Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote
My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
Or talk politely iv got this anxiety
Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is
Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches
Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town
Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around
Death and anxiety have riddled my life,
Living in a gangsta’s paradise
This what my thought sound is
So it's nothing to finish
This is my own style, all this is my own version,
But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them
Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest
This fire ass kush is finna get seared
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