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[Intro] Imma be paid forever I look up Finally Famous nigga [Hook] I woke up working like a Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10, then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boosts my adrenaline [Verse 1] All this bread can't be too good for my cholesterol Don't come round talking loudly, fuckin up my repertoire dawg I can't like bruh lately I've been stressin heavily I'm sippin, poppin, smokin on whatever take the pressure off You bitch you, F.F. Imperial to my burial Dodging every bullet and venereal Anti-fuckboy material Till I'm dead, I'm living proof If you focus on what's in front of ya And not what's in the peripheral, let's go! [Bridge] Word Boy I seen drama on drama Drama on drama Letras de cancionesOver comma on comma I'm bringin home dead pres My house done feel like it's haunted I put the city on my back Right along with my garments Went to sleep snoring [Hook] [Verse 2] I got three jobs like I'm Jamaican oh I need three wives like I was Haitian oh One cook, one clean, the other PMSing "No habla ingles", if police have questions they don't know what that mean nigga They say Detroit going through the great depression still It's been depressed so long boy I can't even tell the pressure here My home boys still gon pull up on them rims big as a ferris wheel So many rides up on the curb my lil cuz thought the fair was here Like oh! A primo, top spot redeem code, for who? My team and we might take a trip to Jamaica Montego Pussy and flamingo Got me thinkin "fuck I need to sleep for?" Huh? [Hook] [Outro] Ay let me get the uh Lil bitch From Letras Mania