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I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in two thousand and six

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in two thousand and six

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in two thousand and six

Baby I ain't got no time for no pillow talk

Where I go

Super fast cause I had to walk

Where I go

Everywhere I go my racks talk

Bae, I'm so up right now check my posture

Throw it up

Yea, Yea,

Check my roster

I don't even like all these other imposters

I'm not ganger but I'm really fuckin' bout' it

Yea, really not me

Spazzin' I cant fake shit

Fake shit,

I see fake shit

Only one who got me

Rolling paper origami

Bumping Jpeg Mafioso

Write her letters through the postal

Talking shit but that's gross though

Put in work like I'm supposed to

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I don't want your girl yea

I want a gela coat

They left me outside just to rot, getting cold

Ima keep control, everybody C & V me

I don't even know, what they see, when they see me

Woke up healthy

Pockets Healthy

Lil mama I'm eating

Swear to god, I'm not from this planet

Feel like E.T.

Bitch, I've been off for a minute

I can't feel shit

Bitch, I've been up for a minute

I can't see shit

I don't even know, why the lord calls upon me

Paint it picture-perfect

No, No,

That's really not me

Blood and tears all on my canvas

I was eight years old when they came and took my home

Two jobs, mama never home

Now I'm grown yeah

Ima stand all

On my own, on my lone shit

Let me die all on my own

Just let me perish, let me rot

Ima buy my mom a home those broke nights made her cry

Twenty-one, twenty-one timing

I got no heart

Twenty-one, Tony Montana

Pull up to your spot

Like a mortal, walking like I am immortal

I don't give no fuck what they got to say lil' bitch I'm in a portal

The ones that talk the most

I just went and check their shit, and they poor though

I just pulled up and I post up

I just pulled up and I post

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