Yeah, yeah
Fatt, Fatt
When I get high, some like a lullaby, my pills put me to sleep
My young nigga can come and wet your block but he can't really read
Yeah, your lil hoe give me a back massage
I fuck her throat then leave
Her nigga clueless, he a goofy, I leave bruises on her knees
I smoke Scoomiez and make music, I fuck hoes and I sip lean
She was 30 in the club, I took her home at age 18
Pop a 30 in the club, if I doze off, I eat this bean
Wake up early in the day, I'm making play's to feed my team
I asked broski if he straight, he looked at me and said he feining
He tryna make nigga a die, pull up on side they ass and leave em
I done seen a bullet hit a nigga mind, he wouldn't stop leaking
Really watched a nigga die, I started having bad dreams
Sometimes I can see his face behind my eyelids when I'm blinking
No security in the A, I pop out dolo with my gen
Rockstar in my DNA, bitch I got million dollar semen
One day imma hand out dollars to a million of my fans
Oh so you ain't got that money? You owe me boy what you saying?
I'm not joking, I ain't smiling, you gon' die and I ain't playing
Got angels on my shoulders, demon horns poking out my head
I iced out all the bros
Just for all them times when it was all we had
On God
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