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Pajama pants, shirt off, chest naked
Got up in this polo wear, homie
Mac (Percy here), yeah
Okay (Check it)
Okay

I made a movie and I made another one night before (Whoa)
I get money like I never got this money before (Whoa)
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no (No)
And I don't trust these b*t*hes (I don't trust these b*t*hes)
I made a movie and I made another one night before
I get money like I never got this money before
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no (Ladies and gentlemen)
And I don't trust these b*t*hes

Yeah, said I'm a motherf**kin' pioneer
He is I and I am here
Everythin' become a blur, feel like I've been high for years
Homie, I'll be hidin' here, the moon is out, the sky is clear
'Bout to run the streets, tell the feds to get the riot gear (Whoa)
Comin' to destroy it all, burn it to the ground
With a middle finger up and my hand on my nut sack (Whoa)
A light skin b*t*h to hide my drugs in her butt crack (Gimme that back)
We gettin' money, tell me, "Slow down," sayin', "f**k that" (f**k that)
Soarin' in the '81 DeLorean, we ridin' out
All these b*t*hes tryna audition, I be like Simon Cowell (Yeah, you're horrible)
Never wind it down, for a better time is now
Swear I be killin' myself, I feel like Private Pyle (Ch-che, blaow)
Keep my rice in Chinatown, guess I'm goin' Hollywood
Pittsburgh blood in my veins, in there I'm always good (Always)

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