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Yeah
They told me not to burn my bridges 'cause that sh*t could drown me
But I'd rather be alone than have some suckers 'round me
I got homies in the bay, locked in suffer county
Send 'em bread, these b*t*hes couldn't get a buck up out me
She think I'm stingy for the bill, she's Lewinsky, I had white in the house
Green plug out in alarm and selling pints in a drought
Tryin' to get a cheaper rate, have me writing the south
Fighting demons, popping pills 'til the Vicodins out, oof
'Bout a girl that'll make you touch your toes
You ain't got enough paper if the money folds
Runny nose, bummy clothes, I had a bunch of those
Now I'm on the road, drippy, I just did a dozen shows
Meet me out in Paris, established for being savage
Penthouse lavish, I been balling like a Maverick
Maybe Luka Dončić, drugs got me demonic
Selling dope outside of Sonic means the Henny was hypnotic
On your whip with a suit on like, "Pass the grey poupon"
With a tool drawn, fire at the driver, flip the Yukon
Potato on the adle, turn his hat into a halo
To the teen that's shakin' ass like Shakira and Jlo
Gotta keep my hands dirty when they sanitize
Squatting me, you can't divide, my hand'll fly
I really did the sh*t that rappers fantasize
Gun as big as [?], get your body vandalized
Smokin' [?] in the desert, thinking, "Damn, I'm high"

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