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they tell me me chill well shit im already cold af they tell me stay humble well shit fuck it i want reparations fuck this legislature and these fucking rappers putting kids in graves cause they all the same one nation under god fuck religion lookin up im seeing dollars with the devil drop the window make em holla split your cantaloupe pull off in the impala fruits of labor hold it sweet and stable trappin out the bando like fuck a label where my migo at he gone cut the cable i got tunnel vision el chapo favors for pussy nigga that be acting dangerous cause you know im bussin like a porno flick and im celibate, so i don't need ya bitch but she on my dick cause my spirit rich like fuck the fame i want direct deposit cash app paypal google wallet then i digital dash cant keep up with time when im too busy cashing out sleeping on money like cash in the couch card get declined just transfer accounts gold when i speak like money where my mouth at ariano beats make nigga go to combat war is a profit all your beliefs are adopted so much trauma i can see through your optics subject matter im just killing the object You talking bout money cars & clothes And I'm just not feeling it The world screaming for a hero But y'all goin keep killing em Bitch I'm the cure like a serum Knowledge On God you so dumb you ain't hearing it Pop up and banish your entity Cause I'm not fearing it Hold up I lost my job just to hire myself 9 in my right hand just to watch my left And I still got my soul Better watch yo step Graduated high school like the blunt been prep Perseverance over preparation cause you never gone know when your time is up Id rather make mistakes every mf day then sit here and let the end times come Too comfortable Bitch nigga try something newer than rapping like maybe a movie You niggas been acting The trap ain't for everybody The point of a trap is to try to get out But you sellout for cheese Like your first day out Tee grizzly ass niggas been ratting on tracks just to get out the cage and go back to the trap What type of shit is that Like fuck it Woah Ain't no more holding back Cause you niggas been cap like the blue emoji You niggas ain't real like a ticking rolli And you niggas ain't gang Stop finger folding False claiming You niggas just taking shots and not aiming Need a whole machine behind to be famous Dangerous details You following Satan Can't celebrate living with all of these pagans You talking bout money cars & clothes And I'm just not feeling it The world screaming for a hero But y'all goin keep killing em Bitch I'm the cure like a serum Knowledge On God you so dumb you ain't hearing it Pop up and banish your entity Cause I'm not fearing it Wait Hold up
Writer(s): A.price, T.golden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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