I don’t do fads I’m in my own lane
All these bums is gassed up but it’s propane
Ya dirty as sh#t need some Colgate
Dusty as hell relocate before your shoulder blade is part of ya prostate
I reincinerate this dinner date. and contemplate my common state
Then meditate never hesitate
You a featherweight ima heavyweight
You a cheapskate ima high rate dinner date
In the winners place
Tell me how you get to work with no gas
How you elevating without no class
You drug addicted
Addicted to the dream
Like a feen
You need morphine
You need more dreams
You more screens
You need more beans
You need more greens
You need more cheese
I need more beats
I need more suites
I need more heat
I need more meat
I need more wheat
I need more feet
Check it
Paper coming to me paper coming
Look closely to who is running
Is it stunning that I’m chilling
And I’m killing
And I’m drilling
And I’m feeling like I’m dealing
Money talks
Bags walks
Cats squawk
Dads gawk
Police need more chalk
Cuz I dead the issue
Like this beat
It’s discontinued
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