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Man I want the penthouse
Should I repent
Or vent to get it off my chest
The cheque just went toward my head now
Fuck some of the feds now
See my skin as sin
And shoot to win
They knew its rigged
It’s usual shit to leave us dead now
I’m in a paradox
Red tee no Babylon
Text me she fan a lot
She cute so she can babble on
Keep speaking
I might take her to France
She’d get taken to France
So we could get to Nice'ing
Up in Nice
Would be sweet
Plus a little jewelry
To ice her heart to freeze
My bars been getting holy as a deacon
See what you believe in
Wanna take my ma to the Bahamas just for healing
And man I will
I want my mum to sit and chill up in the hills
And feel the thrill
Of an Audi speeding
I don’t care 'bout competition
Boy you better listen
If you say I’m acting bait
Then I know you fishing
Then I know you reaching
Then I know you doing the most
I keep it real in the post
Got no enemies
So I don’t keep nobody close
Said he cold but nobody froze
I live a life that ain’t nobody chose
Found out I’m a winner
Outside w my inner
Coldest soul I shiver
Fed up of the winter, mum
Skipped out on her dinner
Just to feed me dinner
Step up I arose, I’m
Hoping I don’t wither
Put my trust up in her
Just so she could see me glow
Moving like fairy or ferry
You know like P&O
Armani jeans from 2 double0 4
Check the score
Man I’m cold as the Gruffalo's paws
Carhartt vest with the real tree
To hunt down least like, one of his thoughts