Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
Real gs move in silence like lasagna.
"I call them april babies cause they fools"
Before you judge me... I plead guilty
I can mingle with the stars and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars
Love or hate me, I stay hate free
They say we learn from mistakes, well, that's why they mistake me
One finger up, and I'm out
Cause you ain't even worth two
And my girl actin like a brat
So when she call, I don't answer - I just write her back
Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower
Get my kush in California, Get my dro from Arizona
I smoke till I got chest pains
And that vest won't help, cuz I'm aimin' at yo scalp
I lay down so hard, I got bed rash
Im straight... But my girl a faggot... Potato on the barrel... Potato salad
I ain't thinking of tomorrow, tomorrow thinks of me like a garcia, bulk of money on tha counter, I told her, baby I see you as my cashier
I got these haters like, When he gon' stop?
Maybe a minute after never, start ya clocks.
If you wanna leave be my guest you can step
Feelin' irreplaceable listening to Beyonce
Well, OK, I'll put you out on your bday
I don't take breaks, I just break records
Her life is deep, but I still dig her
The future is born, put the past in a casket
Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean
Please don't bite baby,
I got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady...
She let me hide my weed in her titties
Murder shoots, I give your ass good seats
I'm the lyrical vendor, hip-hop is my shop
Fresh off campus is the Birdman JR
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