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Four grams of weed nigga, why I started this

Now I'm making music harder than James Harden in oh six, I meant sixteen

Nigga just believe me, and let me sing

I just want the lifestyle, don't give a fuck bout big things

Nigga in the meanwhile, I might go buy a house

Oops I bought yo lil house, oops I fucked yo lil spouse

Throwing money on the couch, throwing money in the back

Feel like if it wasn't summer, all my cars would just be black

Yeah, I'm new to this shit, making art, start with that

Three o'clock up in the morning nigga, we won't go to bed

I like flying on planes, how is flying on a jet?

I like calling my lil twin

Call my mom, she know she set

I want buy some old cars yeah nigga, fuck a Vette

Fuck that brand new new Patek, I iced out my G Shock

I went back to my old self, Spiderman and e shops

Atm, at the moment, they all like when he drop

Put the shit on your story, they all know when heat drops

Put this shit in a museum, the way this shit be art (Yeah)

I always loved fashion, it been that way from the start

Before I was making my own clothes, I was adding shit to cart

Damn I just finished this shit, I really hope that shit was sharp

(I just made so much money)