b#tch told me i was fresh like a spring roll
Iced out coat you should know i like my rings gold
b#tch told me i was raw like i’m king cole
South seoul repping every time all the drinks’ cold
Never not switching on b#tches they missing
The dick but i cannot give that
Pissing on wishes i’m burning the bridges
Like f#ck what i cannot give back
I’ve been up looking for loot
b#tch if i got to i’ll shoot
Step the f#ck back or you’re biting the curb
Back on the ground sleeping in dirt
Green in the jar keys in the car
Taking no breaks i stay going hard
f#cking with my life
b#tches coming out to fight
Fists up in the flesh
Ripping weed inside the sesh
I’vе been going since the morning
Whipping back inside thе foreign
b#tch told me i was fresh like a spring roll
Iced out coat you should know i like my rings gold
b#tch told me i was raw like i’m king cole
South seoul repping every time all the drinks’ cold
Taking all my time
Making rhymes smoking dimes
Motherf#cking punk b#tch
Don’t ever move an inch
Known as one persona
Till the day i reach nirvana
b#tches biting by the second
Feeling lucky count your blessings
Sniffing out a straw
Snow white i call that broad
Creeping out the f#cking night
Paper trail to make behind
Never not returning back
Spending my sh#t earn it back
b#tch i’m all alone
I said that back a while ago
b#tch told me i was fresh like a spring roll
Iced out coat you should know i like my rings gold
b#tch told me i was raw like i’m king cole
South seoul repping every time all the drinks’ cold
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