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Yeah, I wake up counting dimes, writing lines

Think I'm bout to lose my mind, these people always wanting mine Don't you tempt me boy, I got the nine

And I'm bout to rob this Jiffy store

Yeah, hop on over then go and open up the

liquor store

I remember I was biking

Not a dollar to my name

Man that shit made me insane, made me mentally deranged

I just want some fucking change, had to

go and switch a lane

I just had to do my thing, I'm feeling like I'm Gucci Mane

All this dope up in my system, I'm surprised

that I'm still kicking

I'm alive but I ain't living, left myself off in the distance

Fuck you bitch, stay out my business, I'm a motherfucking boss

Yeah, I'll go and lease the beat, I hit it, then I fucking floss

Rhymes so slick it's like it's gloss

Took some drugs and now I'm lost, my homies came and found me

I told them I'm going for a jog, I'm feeling like a god

Yeah, my life could be a movie, yeah this life is super odd

I treat these raps just like a job bitch

In the carpet I'm lit, hello I'm your pilot

Kamikaze in the mountains, pussy don't you try shit

Don't you try that shit at home, going crazy out the dome

I live my life the fuck alone, I'm the king bitch where's my throne?

All these rappers think they got it but they really ain't shit

Uppercut of pussy, now I call that shit a facelift

Tell your bitch a taste dick, right here who I came with

Fuckboys always changing cliques but we be on the same shit

Yeah Palmer

And we'll mash, mash, mash, mash your body to the floor

Hit the gas, gas, gas, smoking out, we getting more

And we'll mash, mash, mash, mash your body to the floor

Smoking gas, gas, gas, smoking out, we getting more bitch

Hahaha

3-5-2 We out here