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I've always been distracted by the bitches I ain't had
And life has always been abstracted when I follow thoughts attracted
My daydreaming ain't adapt to situations I reacted
Wear their claws I have redacted, Surgical it's been transplanted
Cause my heart is with the lions, But to my girl I've been lying
Cause the nights that she's spends prying, are the days that I ain't trying
At my job I ain't applying, all the skills I need for flying
Cause I'm destined for a greater sky, I'll disappear Malaysian flight
Now it ain't too much, cause I run my city
And I don't give a fuck if you ain't fucking with me
Stranger things have happened, you can run up on Millie
Know a Florida beach and this life get gritty Wassup
(Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup
Watch me visualize my fantasy
I split my thoughts to plant a seed
This too small of a galaxy to hold what I'll evolve to be
I roam around the globe, to cruise on hills with upward slope
You should listen to my words, so you can see the ways I cope
Your favorite rapper's in my scope
I took his girl, then we eloped
Shook the bed, she had a stroke
Then call an exorcists for Christian folk
I never took a second
For the days, my mind is racing
So I'm all up in your top five
The number one, I am replacing
Now it ain't too much, cause I run my city
And I don't give a fuck if you ain't fucking with me
Stranger things have happened, you can run up on Millie
Know a Florida beach and this life get gritty Wassup
(Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup
Life is a reflection of what's on my television
I've been turning on the news to watch our daily demolition
Political assassination, lead to concentration
Correlations and causation, seems we never will escape them
Homicidal on the daily, thoughts and prayers are done from safety
Which response is the most hasty
Cause my feelings just gon' waste heat
So they tell me I don't pray enough
My hands are in a narrow cuff
The fortune teller's anecdote of what it's like to lose your hope
Now it ain't too much, cause I run my city
And I don't give a fuck if you ain't fucking with me
Stranger things have happened, you can run up on Millie
Know a Florida beach and this life get gritty Wassup
(Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup, Wassup (Hoe, Hoe)
Wassup