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Yea, I done seen more feins' inside my city then I seen babies

Yea, step up out the house I'm way too clean crack like 80's

I'm still waiting on them calls from all my angels I hear demons

I got plates for all my niggas I can't wait till' I can feed em'

I can't wait to take my niggas out it's places we ain't seeing

Tryna' go out to Japan maybe fuckin' Medellin

Fuck it, think I need some kids with a bitch that fuckin' sing

Tell my niggas slow down, fuck it nigga needa' kick that lean

And I feel like I've been haunted needa' pull up in that Ghost

And this Balenci sweater fit too fuckin' tight I feel like it choke me

Sometimes ion' even know what to say lil' nigga I think I need a spokesman