b#tches suck my dick
Like a go go squeeze
Pull up to the gig
Check the logo screen
They be talkin sh#t
But I don’t hear no pleas
Hanging in the back of the cafe
My mind race
Tryna make sense of this wild place
Got high rates
In my f#cking bank
Gold statues got me feeling dazed
b#tch I own a super car
Don’t even have my liscense
Gold on my ear
They wanna snatch it, Mike Tyson
90 on the freeway
Give a f#ck about a siren
b#tch I’m higher than my city’s corona stats
Open the bag
Loaded up the bowl then I’m blowing gas
No going back
Tokyo drift in the whip
I mean I’m blowing gas
Tokyo drift in thе whip
I mean I’m blowing gas
Loud pack got me tripping out
Like moonsidе
Top back cruising in a lambo
That’s the new ride
Take a step outside
Clocks melting ticking running out of time
Pictures in my head with no will to rhyme
Motivation low but slowly coming back I shine
Nobody notice me
Gold teeth just to get by
I cannot focus on the goals I set
Jumping the line
I can’t afford to pay attention
Broke with no dime
Cut the lights like the department store
Sitting back on the apartment floor
Constantly asking myself what am I in this for
Is it money or fame or the chain swinging around me
Rolling up in a whip
Who do I have to please
Shatter the tokens snap back to reality
Loud pack got me tripping out
Like moonside
Top back cruising in a lambo
That’s the new ride
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