Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?
Makes me a piece of white trash,
Got my foot on the gas
Cause i ‘ma smack your trash
...that's all i have
But you can't trash a mess
I don't fear death
So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap
Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.
I could spend my whole life tryna get cash
Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash
After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.
And i got that drive and she just might crash
Yo, heres a paper bag,
Can't win with a passive attack
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