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Yeah (We love smokedope), yeah Go and Google it, lil' bitch, I'm really him, I get this money quick (Quick) Get pistol whipped by a dude in plaid cargos, posted up for a flick And I'm innocent, they tried to give me time for the hell of it (Fuck) Gotta run a hundred bands up before I fuckin' quit, fuck a wannabe I'm spazzin' out, you can't do it like me You don't really wanna fuckin' fight me I get checks like I work for Nike Got poles where the fuckin' light green You still dress like a hypebeast I'm thе shit, you gon' try to wipe me G-Shock is the fuckin' timеpiece You's a pussy like a fuckin' siamese I can't lace my shoes, I stay trippin' out the house, ho (Out the house) Cut off all the fake friends, peacefully smoke loud, bro (Smokin' loud) You can't get a placement, don't you DM my phone (Don't you hit my phone) I got two phones anyway (Don't you hit my phone), each for different time zones Blinded by diamonds, need LASIK, got cataracts If I fall off, know I can bring it back I'm in the trap, in the function with big racks With a big sub, bitch, it's a Big Mac FPSRussia, blowin' shit like your mother I cannot trust you, I cannot trust her Gotta go undercover, woah-woah You can't live this life, you ain't put in work, you ain't sacrifice Nah, it can't change overnight Nah, it won't change overnight Yeah, three years 'til I seen the light From Letras Mania