Credit card late fees
Top of my pile of bodies
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit
He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.
Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave
I'd remember my favorite types of recipes
Out of this coviction of feelings
Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Return of the king of flow
Niggas say i'm loco
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits
Created triangles with an eye and loops
You make a nigga sing songs nice
Of the book of your life
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