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Let me tell you bout the life I want

Little bit a weed so I get f*cked up

Little bit a green, gonna light sh*t up

Little bitty seed now I'm all grown up

Little bitta weed but I got no plug

Little bitta therapy, take more drugs

Little bitta lean inna solo cup

Little bit everything bump shouldas

Little bitta everything

But I got no wedding rang

B*tch on my d*ck wanna

Bark boutta petty thang

Little bitta everything

But I gotta tell a thang

B*tch tryna f*ck

Wanna cuff

To a metal frame

I got that sh*t you can smell

From a mile

I got my money close

I got that model

I got the clip on the way with the slider

I got that gas that need more than a lighter

I got the party b*tch

I got em higher

I got the b*tch in the white who a liar

I got the packages open em wider

I aint relaxing I'll never retire

I-I-I got that sh*t you can smell from a mile

I-I-I got I-I-I

Got that model…

I got the clip on the way with the slider

I got that gas that need more than a lighter

Feed the monster

I got no opponents I got all the offers

Labels in my city want me

I feel honored

Selling out the Black Buzzard

Where I wondered

Woke the city up

Now tell me where my sponsor

I got all these b*tches coming to my concert

I know she gon run on stage jus to grab my water

I know she gon run on stage jus to grab my ****BLEEP

Told that b*tch to find her homies

I aint like relationships

I aint

I aint

Roll it out!!!

Tell em what we on about!!!

Im gon run the f*ckin city up

Im gon turn the town

I aint

I aint

Run my mouth

Less you know I'm talking bout

This the life I always wanted

Finally its playin out

Ight yo switch it up

Yea ye ye ye ye uh

Yea ye ye

This the life I want

This the life I need

This the life I'm given

This the life I ne

Talking shit but you running in place

Dolla bills strippas all in my face

Imma menace tryna conquer my fate

When I play my other Ego ion even show my face

Oh bitch

You wanna catch a fade

Let go of my fist

Break ya motherf*ckin legs

Imma call my Uncle up

Tryna stay at his place

Imma make yo ass belated

Aint no escape b*tch the knife is double bladed

All up in my dm tryna spew a lil hatred

Ion needa open up

Cause I jus say whats f*ckin states

Uh

N I ain't afraid to spit

All you copy pasted rappers

Tryna suck on this d*ck

Talkin bout you hit a lick

But you a phony lil rapper

Tryna make it f*ckin big

But you aint got a single hit

Uh

Get yo mic muted

Yal aint real spitters

Capping while you drive a buick

That aint f*ckin music

Uh

Yea

Uh uh

Gotta try harder

I aint threatened I been boozing

Feed me f*ckin phony's Imma sip em

Like some juices

Uh

Sip em like

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