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Yea yo, huh What you really not? Playin' in the city drop Names if you silly got Aim if you wimmy', facts What's the deally? Bags for the Himmy yo Land in ya city, jet lag in my twenties, dump What they really want? Standard or Heavy? 'Bangin' or 'Chevi'? I could stand in for plenty acts Not really, my brand is already classic The most iconic, band in the city magic How I give it up, been wrappin' niggas up Team captain, witch or what? Lean like it's Indica 27 queue, been battin' for the club ... like the lyrics but, clean like a scissor-cut Man I wish I was free from the prison that I seem To be prisoned of Suicidal thoughts got me thinkin' it's enough Tried to make a change but just didn't live it up I keep it buck, woadie Yea Only 22, 24 but any who Plenty more of every move, tell me when my credit's due I could never knew Either way, I'm getting loot Gettin' hoes, pressin' too Wet in my depression pool Like a pellet, dudes hittin' but it's never through Build a core, let 'em grew, address it when the rent is due So I go hard, no sleep, no flask No heat, whenever I release, so I don't barge You ain't know how it feel to be so scarred You wanna fuckin' kill yourself in your own yard But I grit it, the train won't miss it If you flittin', you can kick it Won't be timid, I'm specific Cuttin' niggas off like a race car, driftin' Colours peelin' off, hope I get it Either way at least I'll die like a wild boy Off-break altoy, Goth face Cowboy, Yahni Yea